Jungle Tales of Tarzan
Edgar Rice Burroughs
1 Tarzan's First Love
2 The Capture of Tarzan
3 The Fight for the Balu
4 The God of Tarzan
5 Tarzan and the Black Boy
6 The Witch-Doctor Seeks Vengeance
7 The End of Bukawai
8 The Lion
9 The Nightmare
10 The Battle for Teeka
11 A Jungle Joke
12 Tarzan Rescues the Moon
Tarzan's First Love
TEEKA, STRETCHED AT luxurious ease in the shade of the tropical forest,
presented, unquestionably, a most alluring picture of young, feminine
loveliness. Or at least so thought Tarzan of the Apes, who squatted upon a
low-swinging branch in a near-by tree and looked down upon her.
Just to have seen him there, lolling upon the swaying bough of the jungle-forest
giant, his brown skin mottled by the brilliant equatorial sunlight which
percolated through the leafy canopy of green above him, his clean-limbed body
relaxed in graceful ease, his shapely head partly turned in contemplative
absorption and his intelligent, gray eyes dreamily devouring the object of their
devotion, you would have thought him the reincarnation of some demigod of old.
You would not have guessed that in infancy he had suckled at the breast of a
hideous, hairy she-ape, nor that in all his conscious past since his parents had
passed away in the little cabin by the landlocked harbor at the jungle's verge,
he had known no other associates than the sullen bulls and the snarling cows of
the tribe of Kerchak, the great ape.
Nor, could you have read the thoughts which passed through that active, healthy
brain, the longings and desires and aspirations which the sight of Teeka
inspired, would you have been any more inclined to give credence to the reality
of the origin of the ape-man. For, from his thoughts alone, you could never have
gleaned the truth—that he had been born to a gentle English lady or that his
sire had been an English nobleman of time-honored lineage.
Lost to Tarzan of the Apes was the truth of his origin. That he was John
Clayton, Lord Greystoke, with a seat in the House of Lords, he did not know,
nor, knowing, would have understood.
Yes, Teeka was indeed beautiful!
Of course Kala had been beautiful—one's mother is always that—but Teeka was
beautiful in a way all her own, an indescribable sort of way which Tarzan was
just beginning to sense in a rather vague and hazy manner.
For years had Tarzan and Teeka been play-fellows, and Teeka still continued to
be playful while the young bulls of her own age were rapidly becoming surly and
morose. Tarzan, if he gave the matter much thought at all, probably reasoned
that his growing attachment for the young female could be easily accounted for
by the fact that of the former playmates she and he alone retained any desire to
frolic as of old.
But today, as he sat gazing upon her, he found himself noting the beauties of
Teeka's form and features—something he never had done before, since none of them
had aught to do with Teeka's ability to race nimbly through the lower terraces
of the forest in the primitive games of tag and hide-and-go-seek which Tarzan's
fertile brain evolved. Tarzan scratched his head, running his fingers deep into
the shock of black hair which framed his shapely, boyish face—he scratched his
head and sighed. Teeka's new-found beauty became as suddenly his despair. He
envied her the handsome coat of hair which covered her body. His own smooth,
brown hide he hated with a hatred born of disgust and contempt. Years back he
had harbored a hope that some day he, too, would be clothed in hair as were all
his brothers and sisters; but of late he had been forced to abandon the
Then there were Teeka's great teeth, not so large as the males, of course, but
still mighty, handsome things by comparison with Tarzan's feeble white ones. And
her beetling brows, and broad, flat nose, and her mouth! Tarzan had often
practiced making his mouth into a little round circle and then puffing out his
cheeks while he winked his eyes rapidly; but he felt that he could never do it
in the same cute and irresistible way in which Teeka did it.
And as he watched her that afternoon, and wondered, a young bull ape who had
been lazily foraging for food beneath the damp, matted carpet of decaying
vegetation at the roots of a near-by tree lumbered awkwardly in Teeka's
direction. The other apes of the tribe of Kerchak moved listlessly about or
lolled restfully in the midday heat of the equatorial jungle. From time to time
one or another of them had passed close to Teeka, and Tarzan had been
uninterested. Why was it then that his brows contracted and his muscles tensed
as he saw Taug pause beside the young she and then squat down close to her?
Tarzan always had liked Taug. Since childhood they had romped together. Side by
side they had squatted near the water, their quick, strong fingers ready to leap
forth and seize Pisah, the fish, should that wary denizen of the cool depths
dart surfaceward to the lure of the insects Tarzan tossed upon the face of the
Together they had baited Tublat and teased Numa, the lion. Why, then, should
Tarzan feel the rise of the short hairs at the nape of his neck merely because
Taug sat close to Teeka?
It is true that Taug was no longer the frolicsome ape of yesterday. When his
snarling-muscles bared his giant fangs no one could longer imagine that Taug was
in as playful a mood as when he and Tarzan had rolled upon the turf in mimic
battle. The Taug of today was a huge, sullen bull ape, somber and forbidding.
Yet he and Tarzan never had quarreled.
For a few minutes the young ape-man watched Taug press closer to Teeka. He saw
the rough caress of the huge paw as it stroked the sleek shoulder of the she,
and then Tarzan of the Apes slipped catlike to the ground and approached the
As he came his upper lip curled into a snarl, exposing his fighting fangs, and a
deep growl rumbled from his cavernous chest. Taug looked up, batting his
blood-shot eyes. Teeka half raised herself and looked at Tarzan. Did she guess
the cause of his perturbation? Who may say? At any rate, she was feminine, and
so she reached up and scratched Taug behind one of his small, flat ears.
Tarzan saw, and in the instant that he saw, Teeka was no longer the little
playmate of an hour ago; instead she was a wondrous thing—the most wondrous in
the world—and a possession for which Tarzan would fight to the death against
Taug or any other who dared question his right of proprietorship.
Stooped, his muscles rigid and one great shoulder turned toward the young bull,
Tarzan of the Apes sidled nearer and nearer. His face was partly averted, but
his keen gray eyes never left those of Taug, and as he came, his growls
increased in depth and volume.
Taug rose upon his short legs, bristling. His fighting fangs were bared. He,
too, sidled, stiff-legged, and growled.
"Teeka is Tarzan's," said the ape-man, in the low gutturals of the great
"Teeka is Taug's," replied the bull ape.
Thaka and Numgo and Gunto, disturbed by the growlings of the two young bulls,
looked up half apathetic, half interested. They were sleepy, but they sensed a
fight. It would break the monotony of the humdrum jungle life they led.
Coiled about his shoulders was Tarzan's long grass rope, in his hand was the
hunting knife of the long-dead father he had never known. In Taug's little brain
lay a great respect for the shiny bit of sharp metal which the ape-boy knew so
well how to use. With it had he slain Tublat, his fierce foster father, and
Bolgani, the gorilla. Taug knew these things, and so he came warily, circling
about Tarzan in search of an opening. The latter, made cautious because of his
lesser bulk and the inferiority of his natural armament, followed similar
For a time it seemed that the altercation would follow the way of the majority
of such differences between members of the tribe and that one of them would
finally lose interest and wander off to prosecute some other line of endeavor.
Such might have been the end of it had the CASUS BELLI been other than it was;
but Teeka was flattered at the attention that was being drawn to her and by the
fact that these two young bulls were contemplating battle on her account. Such a
thing never before had occurred in Teeka's brief life. She had seen other bulls
battling for other and older shes, and in the depth of her wild little heart she
had longed for the day when the jungle grasses would be reddened with the blood
of mortal combat for her fair sake.
So now she squatted upon her haunches and insulted both her admirers
impartially. She hurled taunts at them for their cowardice, and called them vile
names, such as Histah, the snake, and Dango, the hyena. She threatened to call
Mumga to chastise them with a stick—Mumga, who was so old that she could no
longer climb and so toothless that she was forced to confine her diet almost
exclusively to bananas and grub-worms.
The apes who were watching heard and laughed. Taug was infuriated. He made a
sudden lunge for Tarzan, but the ape-boy leaped nimbly to one side, eluding him,
and with the quickness of a cat wheeled and leaped back again to close quarters.
His hunting knife was raised above his head as he came in, and he aimed a
vicious blow at Taug's neck. The ape wheeled to dodge the weapon so that the
keen blade struck him but a glancing blow upon the shoulder.
The spurt of red blood brought a shrill cry of delight from Teeka. Ah, but this
was something worth while! She glanced about to see if others had witnessed this
evidence of her popularity. Helen of Troy was never one whit more proud than was
Teeka at that moment.
If Teeka had not been so absorbed in her own vaingloriousness she might have
noted the rustling of leaves in the tree above her—a rustling which was not
caused by any movement of the wind, since there was no wind. And had she looked
up she might have seen a sleek body crouching almost directly over her and
wicked yellow eyes glaring hungrily down upon her, but Teeka did not look up.
With his wound Taug had backed off growling horribly. Tarzan had followed him,
screaming insults at him, and menacing him with his brandishing blade. Teeka
moved from beneath the tree in an effort to keep close to the duelists.
The branch above Teeka bent and swayed a trifle with the movement of the body of
the watcher stretched along it. Taug had halted now and was preparing to make a
new stand. His lips were flecked with foam, and saliva drooled from his jowls.
He stood with head lowered and arms outstretched, preparing for a sudden charge
to close quarters. Could he but lay his mighty hands upon that soft, brown skin
the battle would be his. Taug considered Tarzan's manner of fighting unfair. He
would not close. Instead, he leaped nimbly just beyond the reach of Taug's
The ape-boy had as yet never come to a real trial of strength with a bull ape,
other than in play, and so he was not at all sure that it would be safe to put
his muscles to the test in a life and death struggle. Not that he was afraid,
for Tarzan knew nothing of fear. The instinct of self-preservation gave him
caution—that was all. He took risks only when it seemed necessary, and then he
would hesitate at nothing.
His own method of fighting seemed best fitted to his build and to his armament.
His teeth, while strong and sharp, were, as weapons of offense, pitifully
inadequate by comparison with the mighty fighting fangs of the anthropoids. By
dancing about, just out of reach of an antagonist, Tarzan could do infinite
injury with his long, sharp hunting knife, and at the same time escape many of
the painful and dangerous wounds which would be sure to follow his falling into
the clutches of a bull ape.
And so Taug charged and bellowed like a bull, and Tarzan of the Apes danced
lightly to this side and that, hurling jungle billingsgate at his foe, the while
he nicked him now and again with his knife.
There were lulls in the fighting when the two would stand panting for breath,
facing each other, mustering their wits and their forces for a new onslaught. It
was during a pause such as this that Taug chanced to let his eyes rove beyond
his foeman. Instantly the entire aspect of the ape altered. Rage left his
countenance to be supplanted by an expression of fear.
With a cry that every ape there recognized, Taug turned and fled. No need to
question him—his warning proclaimed the near presence of their ancient enemy.
Tarzan started to seek safety, as did the other members of the tribe, and as he
did so he heard a panther's scream mingled with the frightened cry of a she-ape.
Taug heard, too; but he did not pause in his flight.
With the ape-boy, however, it was different. He looked back to see if any member
of the tribe was close pressed by the beast of prey, and the sight that met his
eyes filled them with an expression of horror.
Teeka it was who cried out in terror as she fled across a little clearing toward
the trees upon the opposite side, for after her leaped Sheeta, the panther, in
easy, graceful bounds. Sheeta appeared to be in no hurry. His meat was assured,
since even though the ape reached the trees ahead of him she could not climb
beyond his clutches before he could be upon her.
Tarzan saw that Teeka must die. He cried to Taug and the other bulls to hasten
to Teeka's assistance, and at the same time he ran toward the pursuing beast,
taking down his rope as he came. Tarzan knew that once the great bulls were
aroused none of the jungle, not even Numa, the lion, was anxious to measure
fangs with them, and that if all those of the tribe who chanced to be present
today would charge, Sheeta, the great cat, would doubtless turn tail and run for
Taug heard, as did the others, but no one came to Tarzan's assistance or Teeka's
rescue, and Sheeta was rapidly closing up the distance between himself and his
The ape-boy, leaping after the panther, cried aloud to the beast in an effort to
turn it from Teeka or otherwise distract its attention until the she-ape could
gain the safety of the higher branches where Sheeta dared not go. He called the
panther every opprobrious name that fell to his tongue. He dared him to stop and
do battle with him; but Sheeta only loped on after the luscious titbit now
almost within his reach.
Tarzan was not far behind and he was gaining, but the distance was so short that
he scarce hoped to overhaul the carnivore before it had felled Teeka. In his
right hand the boy swung his grass rope above his head as he ran. He hated to
chance a miss, for the distance was much greater than he ever had cast before
except in practice. It was the full length of his grass rope which separated him
from Sheeta, and yet there was no other thing to do. He could not reach the
brute's side before it overhauled Teeka. He must chance a throw.
And just as Teeka sprang for the lower limb of a great tree, and Sheeta rose
behind her in a long, sinuous leap, the coils of the ape-boy's grass rope shot
swiftly through the air, straightening into a long thin line as the open noose
hovered for an instant above the savage head and the snarling jaws. Then it
settled—clean and true about the tawny neck it settled, and Tarzan, with a quick
twist of his rope-hand, drew the noose taut, bracing himself for the shock when
Sheeta should have taken up the slack.
Just short of Teeka's glossy rump the cruel talons raked the air as the rope
tightened and Sheeta was brought to a sudden stop—a stop that snapped the big
beast over upon his back. Instantly Sheeta was up—with glaring eyes, and lashing
tail, and gaping jaws, from which issued hideous cries of rage and
He saw the ape-boy, the cause of his discomfiture, scarce forty feet before him,
and Sheeta charged.
Teeka was safe now; Tarzan saw to that by a quick glance into the tree whose
safety she had gained not an instant too soon, and Sheeta was charging. It was
useless to risk his life in idle and unequal combat from which no good could
come; but could he escape a battle with the enraged cat? And if he was forced to
fight, what chance had he to survive? Tarzan was constrained to admit that his
position was aught but a desirable one. The trees were too far to hope to reach
in time to elude the cat. Tarzan could but stand facing that hideous charge. In
his right hand he grasped his hunting knife—a puny, futile thing indeed by
comparison with the great rows of mighty teeth which lined Sheeta's powerful
jaws, and the sharp talons encased within his padded paws; yet the young Lord
Greystoke faced it with the same courageous resignation with which some fearless
ancestor went down to defeat and death on Senlac Hill by Hastings.
From safety points in the trees the great apes watched, screaming hatred at
Sheeta and advice at Tarzan, for the progenitors of man have, naturally, many
human traits. Teeka was frightened. She screamed at the bulls to hasten to
Tarzan's assistance; but the bulls were otherwise engaged—principally in giving
advice and making faces. Anyway, Tarzan was not a real Mangani, so why should
they risk their lives in an effort to protect him?
And now Sheeta was almost upon the lithe, naked body, and—the body was not
there. Quick as was the great cat, the ape-boy was quicker. He leaped to one
side almost as the panther's talons were closing upon him, and as Sheeta went
hurtling to the ground beyond, Tarzan was racing for the safety of the nearest
The panther recovered himself almost immediately and, wheeling, tore after his
prey, the ape-boy's rope dragging along the ground behind him. In doubling back
after Tarzan, Sheeta had passed around a low bush. It was a mere nothing in the
path of any jungle creature of the size and weight of Sheeta—provided it had no
trailing rope dangling behind. But Sheeta was handicapped by such a rope, and as
he leaped once again after Tarzan of the Apes the rope encircled the small bush,
became tangled in it and brought the panther to a sudden stop. An instant later
Tarzan was safe among the higher branches of a small tree into which Sheeta
could not follow him.
Here he perched, hurling twigs and epithets at the raging feline beneath him.
The other members of the tribe now took up the bombardment, using such
hard-shelled fruits and dead branches as came within their reach, until Sheeta,
goaded to frenzy and snapping at the grass rope, finally succeeded in severing
its strands. For a moment the panther stood glaring first at one of his
tormentors and then at another, until, with a final scream of rage, he turned
and slunk off into the tangled mazes of the jungle.
A half hour later the tribe was again upon the ground, feeding as though naught
had occurred to interrupt the somber dullness of their lives. Tarzan had
recovered the greater part of his rope and was busy fashioning a new noose,
while Teeka squatted close behind him, in evident token that her choice was
Taug eyed them sullenly. Once when he came close, Teeka bared her fangs and
growled at him, and Tarzan showed his canines in an ugly snarl; but Taug did not
provoke a quarrel. He seemed to accept after the manner of his kind the decision
of the she as an indication that he had been vanquished in his battle for her
Later in the day, his rope repaired, Tarzan took to the trees in search of game.
More than his fellows he required meat, and so, while they were satisfied with
fruits and herbs and beetles, which could be discovered without much effort upon
their part, Tarzan spent considerable time hunting the game animals whose flesh
alone satisfied the cravings of his stomach and furnished sustenance and
strength to the mighty thews which, day by day, were building beneath the soft,
smooth texture of his brown hide.
Taug saw him depart, and then, quite casually, the big beast hunted closer and
closer to Teeka in his search for food. At last he was within a few feet of her,
and when he shot a covert glance at her he saw that she was appraising him and
that there was no evidence of anger upon her face.
Taug expanded his great chest and rolled about on his short legs, making strange
growlings in his throat. He raised his lips, baring his fangs. My, but what
great, beautiful fangs he had! Teeka could not but notice them. She also let her
eyes rest in admiration upon Taug's beetling brows and his short, powerful neck.
What a beautiful creature he was indeed!
Taug, flattered by the unconcealed admiration in her eyes, strutted about, as
proud and as vain as a peacock. Presently he began to inventory his assets,
mentally, and shortly he found himself comparing them with those of his rival.
Taug grunted, for there was no comparison. How could one compare his beautiful
coat with the smooth and naked hideousness of Tarzan's bare hide? Who could see
beauty in the stingy nose of the Tarmangani after looking at Taug's broad
nostrils? And Tarzan's eyes! Hideous things, showing white about them, and
entirely unrimmed with red. Taug knew that his own blood-shot eyes were
beautiful, for he had seen them reflected in the glassy surface of many a
The bull drew nearer to Teeka, finally squatting close against her. When Tarzan
returned from his hunting a short time later it was to see Teeka contentedly
scratching the back of his rival.
Tarzan was disgusted. Neither Taug nor Teeka saw him as he swung through the
trees into the glade. He paused a moment, looking at them; then, with a
sorrowful grimace, he turned and faded away into the labyrinth of leafy boughs
and festooned moss out of which he had come.
Tarzan wished to be as far away from the cause of his heartache as he could. He
was suffering the first pangs of blighted love, and he didn't quite know what
was the matter with him. He thought that he was angry with Taug, and so he
couldn't understand why it was that he had run away instead of rushing into
mortal combat with the destroyer of his happiness.
He also thought that he was angry with Teeka, yet a vision of her many beauties
persisted in haunting him, so that he could only see her in the light of love as
the most desirable thing in the world.
The ape-boy craved affection. From babyhood until the time of her death, when
the poisoned arrow of Kulonga had pierced her savage heart, Kala had represented
to the English boy the sole object of love which he had known.
In her wild, fierce way Kala had loved her adopted son, and Tarzan had returned
that love, though the outward demonstrations of it were no greater than might
have been expected from any other beast of the jungle. It was not until he was
bereft of her that the boy realized how deep had been his attachment for his
mother, for as such he looked upon her.
In Teeka he had seen within the past few hours a substitute for Kala—someone to
fight for and to hunt for—someone to caress; but now his dream was shattered.
Something hurt within his breast. He placed his hand over his heart and wondered
what had happened to him. Vaguely he attributed his pain to Teeka. The more he
thought of Teeka as he had last seen her, caressing Taug, the more the thing
within his breast hurt him.
Tarzan shook his head and growled; then on and on through the jungle he swung,
and the farther he traveled and the more he thought upon his wrongs, the nearer
he approached becoming an irreclaimable misogynist.
Two days later he was still hunting alone—very morose and very unhappy; but he
was determined never to return to the tribe. He could not bear the thought of
seeing Taug and Teeka always together. As he swung upon a great limb Numa, the
lion, and Sabor, the lioness, passed beneath him, side by side, and Sabor leaned
against the lion and bit playfully at his cheek. It was a half-caress. Tarzan
sighed and hurled a nut at them.
Later he came upon several of Mbonga's black warriors. He was upon the point of
dropping his noose about the neck of one of them, who was a little distance from
his companions, when he became interested in the thing which occupied the
savages. They were building a cage in the trail and covering it with leafy
branches. When they had completed their work the structure was scarcely visible.
Tarzan wondered what the purpose of the thing might be, and why, when they had
built it, they turned away and started back along the trail in the direction of
It had been some time since Tarzan had visited the blacks and looked down from
the shelter of the great trees which overhung their palisade upon the activities
of his enemies, from among whom had come the slayer of Kala.
Although he hated them, Tarzan derived considerable entertainment in watching
them at their daily life within the village, and especially at their dances,
when the fires glared against their naked bodies as they leaped and turned and
twisted in mimic warfare. It was rather in the hope of witnessing something of
the kind that he now followed the warriors back toward their village, but in
this he was disappointed, for there was no dance that night.
Instead, from the safe concealment of his tree, Tarzan saw little groups seated
about tiny fires discussing the events of the day, and in the darker corners of
the village he descried isolated couples talking and laughing together, and
always one of each couple was a young man and the other a young woman.
Tarzan cocked his head upon one side and thought, and before he went to sleep
that night, curled in the crotch of the great tree above the village, Teeka
filled his mind, and afterward she filled his dreams—she and the young black men
laughing and talking with the young black women.
Taug, hunting alone, had wandered some distance from the balance of the tribe.
He was making his way slowly along an elephant path when he discovered that it
was blocked with undergrowth. Now Taug, come into maturity, was an evil-natured
brute of an exceeding short temper. When something thwarted him, his sole idea
was to overcome it by brute strength and ferocity, and so now when he found his
way blocked, he tore angrily into the leafy screen and an instant later found
himself within a strange lair, his progress effectually blocked, notwithstanding
his most violent efforts to forge ahead.
Biting and striking at the barrier, Taug finally worked himself into a frightful
rage, but all to no avail; and at last he became convinced that he must turn
back. But when he would have done so, what was his chagrin to discover that
another barrier had dropped behind him while he fought to break down the one
before him! Taug was trapped. Until exhaustion overcame him he fought
frantically for his freedom; but all for naught.
In the morning a party of blacks set out from the village of Mbonga in the
direction of the trap they had constructed the previous day, while among the
branches of the trees above them hovered a naked young giant filled with the
curiosity of the wild things. Manu, the monkey, chattered and scolded as Tarzan
passed, and though he was not afraid of the familiar figure of the ape-boy, he
hugged closer to him the little brown body of his life's companion. Tarzan
laughed as he saw it; but the laugh was followed by a sudden clouding of his
face and a deep sigh.
A little farther on, a gaily feathered bird strutted about before the admiring
eyes of his somber-hued mate. It seemed to Tarzan that everything in the jungle
was combining to remind him that he had lost Teeka; yet every day of his life he
had seen these same things and thought nothing of them.
When the blacks reached the trap, Taug set up a great commotion. Seizing the
bars of his prison, he shook them frantically, and all the while he roared and
growled terrifically. The blacks were elated, for while they had not built their
trap for this hairy tree man, they were delighted with their catch.
Tarzan pricked up his ears when he heard the voice of a great ape and, circling
quickly until he was down wind from the trap, he sniffed at the air in search of
the scent spoor of the prisoner. Nor was it long before there came to those
delicate nostrils the familiar odor that told Tarzan the identity of the captive
as unerringly as though he had looked upon Taug with his eyes. Yes, it was Taug,
and he was alone.
Tarzan grinned as he approached to discover what the blacks would do to their
prisoner. Doubtless they would slay him at once. Again Tarzan grinned. Now he
could have Teeka for his own, with none to dispute his right to her. As he
watched, he saw the black warriors strip the screen from about the cage, fasten
ropes to it and drag it away along the trail in the direction of their village.
Tarzan watched until his rival passed out of sight, still beating upon the bars
of his prison and growling out his anger and his threats. Then the ape-boy
turned and swung rapidly off in search of the tribe, and Teeka.
Once, upon the journey, he surprised Sheeta and his family in a little overgrown
clearing. The great cat lay stretched upon the ground, while his mate, one paw
across her lord's savage face, licked at the soft white fur at his throat.
Tarzan increased his speed then until he fairly flew through the forest, nor was
it long before he came upon the tribe. He saw them before they saw him, for of
all the jungle creatures, none passed more quietly than Tarzan of the Apes. He
saw Kamma and her mate feeding side by side, their hairy bodies rubbing against
each other. And he saw Teeka feeding by herself. Not for long would she feed
thus in loneliness, thought Tarzan, as with a bound he landed amongst them.
There was a startled rush and a chorus of angry and frightened snarls, for
Tarzan had surprised them; but there was more, too, than mere nervous shock to
account for the bristling neck hair which remained standing long after the apes
had discovered the identity of the newcomer.
Tarzan noticed this as he had noticed it many times in the past—that always his
sudden coming among them left them nervous and unstrung for a considerable time,
and that they one and all found it necessary to satisfy themselves that he was
indeed Tarzan by smelling about him a half dozen or more times before they
Pushing through them, he made his way toward Teeka; but as he approached her the
ape drew away.
"Teeka," he said, "it is Tarzan. You belong to Tarzan. I have come for you."
The ape drew closer, looking him over carefully. Finally she sniffed at him, as
though to make assurance doubly sure.
"Where is Taug?" she asked.
"The Gomangani have him," replied Tarzan. "They will kill him."
In the eyes of the she, Tarzan saw a wistful expression and a troubled look of
sorrow as he told her of Taug's fate; but she came quite close and snuggled
against him, and Tarzan, Lord Greystoke, put his arm about her.
As he did so he noticed, with a start, the strange incongruity of that smooth,
brown arm against the black and hairy coat of his lady-love. He recalled the paw
of Sheeta's mate across Sheeta's face—no incongruity there. He thought of little
Manu hugging his she, and how the one seemed to belong to the other. Even the
proud male bird, with his gay plumage, bore a close resemblance to his quieter
spouse, while Numa, but for his shaggy mane, was almost a counterpart of Sabor,
the lioness. The males and the females differed, it was true; but not with such
differences as existed between Tarzan and Teeka.
Tarzan was puzzled. There was something wrong. His arm dropped from the shoulder
of Teeka. Very slowly he drew away from her. She looked at him with her head
cocked upon one side. Tarzan rose to his full height and beat upon his breast
with his fists. He raised his head toward the heavens and opened his mouth. From
the depths of his lungs rose the fierce, weird challenge of the victorious bull
ape. The tribe turned curiously to eye him. He had killed nothing, nor was there
any antagonist to be goaded to madness by the savage scream. No, there was no
excuse for it, and they turned back to their feeding, but with an eye upon the
ape-man lest he be preparing to suddenly run amuck.
As they watched him they saw him swing into a near-by tree and disappear from
sight. Then they forgot him, even Teeka.
Mbonga's black warriors, sweating beneath their strenuous task, and resting
often, made slow progress toward their village. Always the savage beast in the
primitive cage growled and roared when they moved him. He beat upon the bars and
slavered at the mouth. His noise was hideous.
They had almost completed their journey and were making their final rest before
forging ahead to gain the clearing in which lay their village. A few more
minutes would have taken them out of the forest, and then, doubtless, the thing
would not have happened which did happen.
A silent figure moved through the trees above them. Keen eyes inspected the cage
and counted the number of warriors. An alert and daring brain figured upon the
chances of success when a certain plan should be put to the test.
Tarzan watched the blacks lolling in the shade. They were exhausted. Already
several of them slept. He crept closer, pausing just above them. Not a leaf
rustled before his stealthy advance. He waited in the infinite patience of the
beast of prey. Presently but two of the warriors remained awake, and one of
these was dozing.
Tarzan of the Apes gathered himself, and as he did so the black who did not
sleep arose and passed around to the rear of the cage. The ape-boy followed just
above his head. Taug was eyeing the warrior and emitting low growls. Tarzan
feared that the anthropoid would awaken the sleepers.
In a whisper which was inaudible to the ears of the Negro, Tarzan whispered
Taug's name, cautioning the ape to silence, and Taug's growling ceased.
The black approached the rear of the cage and examined the fastenings of the
door, and as he stood there the beast above him launched itself from the tree
full upon his back. Steel fingers circled his throat, choking the cry which
sprang to the lips of the terrified man. Strong teeth fastened themselves in his
shoulder, and powerful legs wound themselves about his torso.
The black in a frenzy of terror tried to dislodge the silent thing which clung
to him. He threw himself to the ground and rolled about; but still those mighty
fingers closed more and more tightly their deadly grip.
The man's mouth gaped wide, his swollen tongue protruded, his eyes started from
their sockets; but the relentless fingers only increased their pressure.
Taug was a silent witness of the struggle. In his fierce little brain he
doubtless wondered what purpose prompted Tarzan to attack the black. Taug had
not forgotten his recent battle with the ape-boy, nor the cause of it. Now he
saw the form of the Gomangani suddenly go limp. There was a convulsive shiver
and the man lay still.
Tarzan sprang from his prey and ran to the door of the cage. With nimble fingers
he worked rapidly at the thongs which held the door in place. Taug could only
watch—he could not help. Presently Tarzan pushed the thing up a couple of feet
and Taug crawled out. The ape would have turned upon the sleeping blacks that he
might wreak his pent vengeance; but Tarzan would not permit it.
Instead, the ape-boy dragged the body of the black within the cage and propped
it against the side bars. Then he lowered the door and made fast the thongs as
they had been before.
A happy smile lighted his features as he worked, for one of his principal
diversions was the baiting of the blacks of Mbonga's village. He could imagine
their terror when they awoke and found the dead body of their comrade fast in
the cage where they had left the great ape safely secured but a few minutes
Tarzan and Taug took to the trees together, the shaggy coat of the fierce ape
brushing the sleek skin of the English lordling as they passed through the
primeval jungle side by side.
"Go back to Teeka," said Tarzan. "She is yours. Tarzan does not want her."
"Tarzan has found another she?" asked Taug.
The ape-boy shrugged.
"For the Gomangani there is another Gomangani," he said; "for Numa, the lion,
there is Sabor, the lioness; for Sheeta there is a she of his own kind; for
Bara, the deer; for Manu, the monkey; for all the beasts and the birds of the
jungle is there a mate. Only for Tarzan of the Apes is there none. Taug is an
ape. Teeka is an ape. Go back to Teeka. Tarzan is a man. He will go alone."
The Capture of Tarzan
THE BLACK WARRIORS labored in the humid heat of the jungle's stifling shade.
With war spears they loosened the thick, black loam and the deep layers of
rotting vegetation. With heavy-nailed fingers they scooped away the
disintegrated earth from the center of the age-old game trail. Often they ceased
their labors to squat, resting and gossiping, with much laughter, at the edge of
the pit they were digging.
Against the boles of near-by trees leaned their long, oval shields of thick
buffalo hide, and the spears of those who were doing the scooping. Sweat
glistened upon their smooth, ebon skins, beneath which rolled rounded muscles,
supple in the perfection of nature's uncontaminated health.
A reed buck, stepping warily along the trail toward water, halted as a burst of
laughter broke upon his startled ears. For a moment he stood statuesque but for
his sensitively dilating nostrils; then he wheeled and fled noiselessly from the
terrifying presence of man.
A hundred yards away, deep in the tangle of impenetrable jungle, Numa, the lion,
raised his massive head. Numa had dined well until almost daybreak and it had
required much noise to awaken him. Now he lifted his muzzle and sniffed the air,
caught the acrid scent spoor of the reed buck and the heavy scent of man. But
Numa was well filled. With a low, disgusted grunt he rose and slunk away.
Brilliantly plumaged birds with raucous voices darted from tree to tree. Little
monkeys, chattering and scolding, swung through the swaying limbs above the
black warriors. Yet they were alone, for the teeming jungle with all its myriad
life, like the swarming streets of a great metropolis, is one of the loneliest
spots in God's great universe.
But were they alone?
Above them, lightly balanced upon a leafy tree limb, a gray-eyed youth watched
with eager intentness their every move. The fire of hate, restrained, smoldered
beneath the lad's evident desire to know the purpose of the black men's labors.
Such a one as these it was who had slain his beloved Kala. For them there could
be naught but enmity, yet he liked well to watch them, avid as he was for
greater knowledge of the ways of man.
He saw the pit grow in depth until a great hole yawned the width of the trail—a
hole which was amply large enough to hold at one time all of the six excavators.
Tarzan could not guess the purpose of so great a labor. And when they cut long
stakes, sharpened at their upper ends, and set them at intervals upright in the
bottom of the pit, his wonderment but increased, nor was it satisfied with the
placing of the light cross-poles over the pit, or the careful arrangement of
leaves and earth which completely hid from view the work the black men had
When they were done they surveyed their handiwork with evident satisfaction, and
Tarzan surveyed it, too. Even to his practiced eye there remained scarce a
vestige of evidence that the ancient game trail had been tampered with in any
So absorbed was the ape-man in speculation as to the purpose of the covered pit
that he permitted the blacks to depart in the direction of their village without
the usual baiting which had rendered him the terror of Mbonga's people and had
afforded Tarzan both a vehicle of revenge and a source of inexhaustible delight.
Puzzle as he would, however, he could not solve the mystery of the concealed
pit, for the ways of the blacks were still strange ways to Tarzan. They had
entered his jungle but a short time before—the first of their kind to encroach
upon the age-old supremacy of the beasts which laired there. To Numa, the lion,
to Tantor, the elephant, to the great apes and the lesser apes, to each and all
of the myriad creatures of this savage wild, the ways of man were new. They had
much to learn of these black, hairless creatures that walked erect upon their
hind paws—and they were learning it slowly, and always to their sorrow.
Shortly after the blacks had departed, Tarzan swung easily to the trail.
Sniffing suspiciously, he circled the edge of the pit. Squatting upon his
haunches, he scraped away a little earth to expose one of the cross-bars. He
sniffed at this, touched it, cocked his head upon one side, and contemplated it
gravely for several minutes. Then he carefully re-covered it, arranging the
earth as neatly as had the blacks. This done, he swung himself back among the
branches of the trees and moved off in search of his hairy fellows, the great
apes of the tribe of Kerchak.
Once he crossed the trail of Numa, the lion, pausing for a moment to hurl a soft
fruit at the snarling face of his enemy, and to taunt and insult him, calling
him eater of carrion and brother of Dango, the hyena. Numa, his yellow-green
eyes round and burning with concentrated hate, glared up at the dancing figure
above him. Low growls vibrated his heavy jowls and his great rage transmitted to
his sinuous tail a sharp, whiplike motion; but realizing from past experience
the futility of long distance argument with the ape-man, he turned presently and
struck off into the tangled vegetation which hid him from the view of his
tormentor. With a final scream of jungle invective and an apelike grimace at his
departing foe, Tarzan continued along his way.
Another mile and a shifting wind brought to his keen nostrils a familiar,
pungent odor close at hand, and a moment later there loomed beneath him a huge,
gray-black bulk forging steadily along the jungle trail. Tarzan seized and broke
a small tree limb, and at the sudden cracking sound the ponderous figure halted.
Great ears were thrown forward, and a long, supple trunk rose quickly to wave to
and fro in search of the scent of an enemy, while two weak, little eyes peered
suspiciously and futilely about in quest of the author of the noise which had
disturbed his peaceful way.
Tarzan laughed aloud and came closer above the head of the pachyderm.
"Tantor! Tantor!" he cried. "Bara, the deer, is less fearful than you—you,
Tantor, the elephant, greatest of the jungle folk with the strength of as many
Numas as I have toes upon my feet and fingers upon my hands. Tantor, who can
uproot great trees, trembles with fear at the sound of a broken twig."
A rumbling noise, which might have been either a sign of contempt or a sigh of
relief, was Tantor's only reply as the uplifted trunk and ears came down and the
beast's tail dropped to normal; but his eyes still roved about in search of
Tarzan. He was not long kept in suspense, however, as to the whereabouts of the
ape-man, for a second later the youth dropped lightly to the broad head of his
old friend. Then stretching himself at full length, he drummed with his bare
toes upon the thick hide, and as his fingers scratched the more tender surfaces
beneath the great ears, he talked to Tantor of the gossip of the jungle as
though the great beast understood every word that he said.
Much there was which Tarzan could make Tantor understand, and though the small
talk of the wild was beyond the great, gray dreadnaught of the jungle, he stood
with blinking eyes and gently swaying trunk as though drinking in every word of
it with keenest appreciation. As a matter of fact it was the pleasant, friendly
voice and caressing hands behind his ears which he enjoyed, and the close
proximity of him whom he had often borne upon his back since Tarzan, as a little
child, had once fearlessly approached the great bull, assuming upon the part of
the pachyderm the same friendliness which filled his own heart.
In the years of their association Tarzan had discovered that he possessed an
inexplicable power to govern and direct his mighty friend. At his bidding,
Tantor would come from a great distance—as far as his keen ears could detect the
shrill and piercing summons of the ape-man—and when Tarzan was squatted upon his
head, Tantor would lumber through the jungle in any direction which his rider
bade him go. It was the power of the man-mind over that of the brute and it was
just as effective as though both fully understood its origin, though neither
For half an hour Tarzan sprawled there upon Tantor's back. Time had no meaning
for either of them. Life, as they saw it, consisted principally in keeping their
stomachs filled. To Tarzan this was a less arduous labor than to Tantor, for
Tarzan's stomach was smaller, and being omnivorous, food was less difficult to
obtain. If one sort did not come readily to hand, there were always many others
to satisfy his hunger. He was less particular as to his diet than Tantor, who
would eat only the bark of certain trees, and the wood of others, while a third
appealed to him only through its leaves, and these, perhaps, just at certain
seasons of the year.
Tantor must needs spend the better part of his life in filling his immense
stomach against the needs of his mighty thews. It is thus with all the lower
orders—their lives are so occupied either with searching for food or with the
processes of digestion that they have little time for other considerations.
Doubtless it is this handicap which has kept them from advancing as rapidly as
man, who has more time to give to thought upon other matters.
However, these questions troubled Tarzan but little, and Tantor not at all. What
the former knew was that he was happy in the companionship of the elephant. He
did not know why. He did not know that because he was a human being—a normal,
healthy human being—he craved some living thing upon which to lavish his
affection. His childhood playmates among the apes of Kerchak were now great,
sullen brutes. They felt nor inspired but little affection. The younger apes
Tarzan still played with occasionally. In his savage way he loved them; but they
were far from satisfying or restful companions. Tantor was a great mountain of
calm, of poise, of stability. It was restful and satisfying to sprawl upon his
rough pate and pour one's vague hopes and aspirations into the great ears which
flapped ponderously to and fro in apparent understanding. Of all the jungle
folk, Tantor commanded Tarzan's greatest love since Kala had been taken from
him. Sometimes Tarzan wondered if Tantor reciprocated his affection. It was
difficult to know.
It was the call of the stomach—the most compelling and insistent call which the
jungle knows—that took Tarzan finally back to the trees and off in search of
food, while Tantor continued his interrupted journey in the opposite direction.
For an hour the ape-man foraged. A lofty nest yielded its fresh, warm harvest.
Fruits, berries, and tender plantain found a place upon his menu in the order
that he happened upon them, for he did not seek such foods. Meat, meat, meat! It
was always meat that Tarzan of the Apes hunted; but sometimes meat eluded him,
And as he roamed the jungle his active mind busied itself not alone with his
hunting, but with many other subjects. He had a habit of recalling often the
events of the preceding days and hours. He lived over his visit with Tantor; he
cogitated upon the digging blacks and the strange, covered pit they had left
behind them. He wondered again and again what its purpose might be. He compared
perceptions and arrived at judgments. He compared judgments, reaching
conclusions—not always correct ones, it is true, but at least he used his brain
for the purpose God intended it, which was the less difficult because he was not
handicapped by the second-hand, and usually erroneous, judgment of others.
And as he puzzled over the covered pit, there loomed suddenly before his mental
vision a huge, gray-black bulk which lumbered ponderously along a jungle trail.
Instantly Tarzan tensed to the shock of a sudden fear. Decision and action
usually occurred simultaneously in the life of the ape-man, and now he was away
through the leafy branches ere the realization of the pit's purpose had scarce
formed in his mind.
Swinging from swaying limb to swaying limb, he raced through the middle terraces
where the trees grew close together. Again he dropped to the ground and sped,
silently and light of foot, over the carpet of decaying vegetation, only to leap
again into the trees where the tangled undergrowth precluded rapid advance upon
In his anxiety he cast discretion to the winds. The caution of the beast was
lost in the loyalty of the man, and so it came that he entered a large clearing,
denuded of trees, without a thought of what might lie there or upon the farther
edge to dispute the way with him.
He was half way across when directly in his path and but a few yards away there
rose from a clump of tall grasses a half dozen chattering birds. Instantly
Tarzan turned aside, for he knew well enough what manner of creature the
presence of these little sentinels proclaimed. Simultaneously Buto, the
rhinoceros, scrambled to his short legs and charged furiously. Haphazard charges
Buto, the rhinoceros. With his weak eyes he sees but poorly even at short
distances, and whether his erratic rushes are due to the panic of fear as he
attempts to escape, or to the irascible temper with which he is generally
credited, it is difficult to determine. Nor is the matter of little moment to
one whom Buto charges, for if he be caught and tossed, the chances are that
naught will interest him thereafter.
And today it chanced that Buto bore down straight upon Tarzan, across the few
yards of knee-deep grass which separated them. Accident started him in the
direction of the ape-man, and then his weak eyes discerned the enemy, and with a
series of snorts he charged straight for him. The little rhino birds fluttered
and circled about their giant ward. Among the branches of the trees at the edge
of the clearing, a score or more monkeys chattered and scolded as the loud
snorts of the angry beast sent them scurrying affrightedly to the upper
terraces. Tarzan alone appeared indifferent and serene.
Directly in the path of the charge he stood. There had been no time to seek
safety in the trees beyond the clearing, nor had Tarzan any mind to delay his
journey because of Buto. He had met the stupid beast before and held him in fine
And now Buto was upon him, the massive head lowered and the long, heavy horn
inclined for the frightful work for which nature had designed it; but as he
struck upward, his weapon raked only thin air, for the ape-man had sprung
lightly aloft with a catlike leap that carried him above the threatening horn to
the broad back of the rhinoceros. Another spring and he was on the ground behind
the brute and racing like a deer for the trees.
Buto, angered and mystified by the strange disappearance of his prey, wheeled
and charged frantically in another direction, which chanced to be not the
direction of Tarzan's flight, and so the ape-man came in safety to the trees and
continued on his swift way through the forest.
Some distance ahead of him Tantor moved steadily along the well-worn elephant
trail, and ahead of Tantor a crouching, black warrior listened intently in the
middle of the path. Presently he heard the sound for which he had been
hoping—the cracking, snapping sound which heralded the approach of an elephant.
To his right and left in other parts of the jungle other warriors were watching.
A low signal, passed from one to another, apprised the most distant that the
quarry was afoot. Rapidly they converged toward the trail, taking positions in
trees down wind from the point at which Tantor must pass them. Silently they
waited and presently were rewarded by the sight of a mighty tusker carrying an
amount of ivory in his long tusks that set their greedy hearts to palpitating.
No sooner had he passed their positions than the warriors clambered from their
perches. No longer were they silent, but instead clapped their hands and shouted
as they reached the ground. For an instant Tantor, the elephant, paused with
upraised trunk and tail, with great ears up-pricked, and then he swung on along
the trail at a rapid, shuffling pace—straight toward the covered pit with its
sharpened stakes upstanding in the ground.
Behind him came the yelling warriors, urging him on in the rapid flight which
would not permit a careful examination of the ground before him. Tantor, the
elephant, who could have turned and scattered his adversaries with a single
charge, fled like a frightened deer—fled toward a hideous, torturing death.
And behind them all came Tarzan of the Apes, racing through the jungle forest
with the speed and agility of a squirrel, for he had heard the shouts of the
warriors and had interpreted them correctly. Once he uttered a piercing call
that reverberated through the jungle; but Tantor, in the panic of terror, either
failed to hear, or hearing, dared not pause to heed.
Now the giant pachyderm was but a few yards from the hidden death lurking in his
path, and the blacks, certain of success, were screaming and dancing in his
wake, waving their war spears and celebrating in advance the acquisition of the
splendid ivory carried by their prey and the surfeit of elephant meat which
would be theirs this night.
So intent were they upon their gratulations that they entirely failed to note
the silent passage of the man-beast above their heads, nor did Tantor, either,
see or hear him, even though Tarzan called to him to stop.
A few more steps would precipitate Tantor upon the sharpened stakes; Tarzan
fairly flew through the trees until he had come abreast of the fleeing animal
and then had passed him. At the pit's verge the ape-man dropped to the ground in
the center of the trail. Tantor was almost upon him before his weak eyes
permitted him to recognize his old friend.
"Stop!" cried Tarzan, and the great beast halted to the upraised hand.
Tarzan turned and kicked aside some of the brush which hid the pit. Instantly
Tantor saw and understood.
"Fight!" growled Tarzan. "They are coming behind you." But Tantor, the elephant,
is a huge bunch of nerves, and now he was half panic-stricken by terror.
Before him yawned the pit, how far he did not know, but to right and left lay
the primeval jungle untouched by man. With a squeal the great beast turned
suddenly at right angles and burst his noisy way through the solid wall of
matted vegetation that would have stopped any but him.
Tarzan, standing upon the edge of the pit, smiled as he watched Tantor's
undignified flight. Soon the blacks would come. It was best that Tarzan of the
Apes faded from the scene. He essayed a step from the pit's edge, and as he
threw the weight of his body upon his left foot, the earth crumbled away. Tarzan
made a single Herculean effort to throw himself forward, but it was too late.
Backward and downward he went toward the sharpened stakes in the bottom of the
When, a moment later, the blacks came they saw even from a distance that Tantor
had eluded them, for the size of the hole in the pit covering was too small to
have accommodated the huge bulk of an elephant. At first they thought that their
prey had put one great foot through the top and then, warned, drawn back; but
when they had come to the pit's verge and peered over, their eyes went wide in
astonishment, for, quiet and still, at the bottom lay the naked figure of a
Some of them there had glimpsed this forest god before and they drew back in
terror, awed by the presence which they had for some time believed to possess
the miraculous powers of a demon; but others there were who pushed forward,
thinking only of the capture of an enemy, and these leaped into the pit and
lifted Tarzan out.
There was no scar upon his body. None of the sharpened stakes had pierced
him—only a swollen spot at the base of the brain indicated the nature of his
injury. In the falling backward his head had struck upon the side of one of the
stakes, rendering him unconscious. The blacks were quick to discover this, and
equally quick to bind their prisoner's arms and legs before he should regain
consciousness, for they had learned to harbor a wholesome respect for this
strange man-beast that consorted with the hairy tree folk.
They had carried him but a short distance toward their village when the
ape-man's eyelids quivered and raised. He looked about him wonderingly for a
moment, and then full consciousness returned and he realized the seriousness of
his predicament. Accustomed almost from birth to relying solely upon his own
resources, he did not cast about for outside aid now, but devoted his mind to a
consideration of the possibilities for escape which lay within himself and his
He did not dare test the strength of his bonds while the blacks were carrying
him, for fear they would become apprehensive and add to them. Presently his
captors discovered that he was conscious, and as they had little stomach for
carrying a heavy man through the jungle heat, they set him upon his feet and
forced him forward among them, pricking him now and then with their spears, yet
with every manifestation of the superstitious awe in which they held him.
When they discovered that their prodding brought no outward evidence of
suffering, their awe increased, so that they soon desisted, half believing that
this strange white giant was a supernatural being and so was immune from pain.
As they approached their village, they shouted aloud the victorious cries of
successful warriors, so that by the time they reached the gate, dancing and
waving their spears, a great crowd of men, women, and children were gathered
there to greet them and hear the story of their adventure.
As the eyes of the villagers fell upon the prisoner, they went wild, and heavy
jaws fell open in astonishment and incredulity. For months they had lived in
perpetual terror of a weird, white demon whom but few had ever glimpsed and
lived to describe. Warriors had disappeared from the paths almost within sight
of the village and from the midst of their companions as mysteriously and
completely as though they had been swallowed by the earth, and later, at night,
their dead bodies had fallen, as from the heavens, into the village street.
This fearsome creature had appeared by night in the huts of the village, killed,
and disappeared, leaving behind him in the huts with his dead, strange and
terrifying evidences of an uncanny sense of humor.
But now he was in their power! No longer could he terrorize them. Slowly the
realization of this dawned upon them. A woman, screaming, ran forward and struck
the ape-man across the face. Another and another followed her example, until
Tarzan of the Apes was surrounded by a fighting, clawing, yelling mob of
And then Mbonga, the chief, came, and laying his spear heavily across the
shoulders of his people, drove them from their prey.
"We will save him until night," he said.
Far out in the jungle Tantor, the elephant, his first panic of fear allayed,
stood with up-pricked ears and undulating trunk. What was passing through the
convolutions of his savage brain? Could he be searching for Tarzan? Could he
recall and measure the service the ape-man had performed for him? Of that there
can be no doubt. But did he feel gratitude? Would he have risked his own life to
have saved Tarzan could he have known of the danger which confronted his friend?
You will doubt it. Anyone at all familiar with elephants will doubt it.
Englishmen who have hunted much with elephants in India will tell you that they
never have heard of an instance in which one of these animals has gone to the
aid of a man in danger, even though the man had often befriended it. And so it
is to be doubted that Tantor would have attempted to overcome his instinctive
fear of the black men in an effort to succor Tarzan.
The screams of the infuriated villagers came faintly to his sensitive ears, and
he wheeled, as though in terror, contemplating flight; but something stayed him,
and again he turned about, raised his trunk, and gave voice to a shrill cry.
Then he stood listening.
In the distant village where Mbonga had restored quiet and order, the voice of
Tantor was scarcely audible to the blacks, but to the keen ears of Tarzan of the
Apes it bore its message.
His captors were leading him to a hut where he might be confined and guarded
against the coming of the nocturnal orgy that would mark his torture-laden
death. He halted as he heard the notes of Tantor's call, and raising his head,
gave vent to a terrifying scream that sent cold chills through the superstitious
blacks and caused the warriors who guarded him to leap back even though their
prisoner's arms were securely bound behind him.
With raised spears they encircled him as for a moment longer he stood listening.
Faintly from the distance came another, an answering cry, and Tarzan of the
Apes, satisfied, turned and quietly pursued his way toward the hut where he was
to be imprisoned.
The afternoon wore on. From the surrounding village the ape-man heard the bustle
of preparation for the feast. Through the doorway of the hut he saw the women
laying the cooking fires and filling their earthen caldrons with water; but
above it all his ears were bent across the jungle in eager listening for the
coming of Tantor.
Even Tarzan but half believed that he would come. He knew Tantor even better
than Tantor knew himself. He knew the timid heart which lay in the giant body.
He knew the panic of terror which the scent of the Gomangani inspired within
that savage breast, and as night drew on, hope died within his heart and in the
stoic calm of the wild beast which he was, he resigned himself to meet the fate
which awaited him.
All afternoon he had been working, working, working with the bonds that held his
wrists. Very slowly they were giving. He might free his hands before they came
to lead him out to be butchered, and if he did—Tarzan licked his lips in
anticipation, and smiled a cold, grim smile. He could imagine the feel of soft
flesh beneath his fingers and the sinking of his white teeth into the throats of
his foemen. He would let them taste his wrath before they overpowered him!
At last they came—painted, befeathered warriors—even more hideous than nature
had intended them. They came and pushed him into the open, where his appearance
was greeted by wild shouts from the assembled villagers.
To the stake they led him, and as they pushed him roughly against it preparatory
to binding him there securely for the dance of death that would presently
encircle him, Tarzan tensed his mighty thews and with a single, powerful wrench
parted the loosened thongs which had secured his hands. Like thought, for
quickness, he leaped forward among the warriors nearest him. A blow sent one to
earth, as, growling and snarling, the beast-man leaped upon the breast of
another. His fangs were buried instantly in the jugular of his adversary and
then a half hundred black men had leaped upon him and borne him to earth.
Striking, clawing, and snapping, the ape-man fought—fought as his foster people
had taught him to fight—fought like a wild beast cornered. His strength, his
agility, his courage, and his intelligence rendered him easily a match for half
a dozen black men in a hand-to-hand struggle, but not even Tarzan of the Apes
could hope to successfully cope with half a hundred.
Slowly they were overpowering him, though a score of them bled from ugly wounds,
and two lay very still beneath the trampling feet, and the rolling bodies of the
Overpower him they might, but could they keep him overpowered while they bound
him? A half hour of desperate endeavor convinced them that they could not, and
so Mbonga, who, like all good rulers, had circled in the safety of the
background, called to one to work his way in and spear the victim. Gradually,
through the milling, battling men, the warrior approached the object of his
He stood with poised spear above his head waiting for the instant that would
expose a vulnerable part of the ape-man's body and still not endanger one of the
blacks. Closer and closer he edged about, following the movements of the
twisting, scuffling combatants. The growls of the ape-man sent cold chills up
the warrior's spine, causing him to go carefully lest he miss at the first cast
and lay himself open to an attack from those merciless teeth and mighty hands.
At last he found an opening. Higher he raised his spear, tensing his muscles,
rolling beneath his glistening, ebon hide, and then from the jungle just beyond
the palisade came a thunderous crashing. The spear-hand paused, the black cast a
quick glance in the direction of the disturbance, as did the others of the
blacks who were not occupied with the subjugation of the ape-man.
In the glare of the fires they saw a huge bulk topping the barrier. They saw the
palisade belly and sway inward. They saw it burst as though built of straws, and
an instant later Tantor, the elephant, thundered down upon them.
To right and left the blacks fled, screaming in terror. Some who hovered upon
the verge of the strife with Tarzan heard and made good their escape, but a half
dozen there were so wrapt in the blood-madness of battle that they failed to
note the approach of the giant tusker.
Upon these Tantor charged, trumpeting furiously. Above them he stopped, his
sensitive trunk weaving among them, and there, at the bottom, he found Tarzan,
bloody, but still battling.
A warrior turned his eyes upward from the melee. Above him towered the gigantic
bulk of the pachyderm, the little eyes flashing with the reflected light of the
fires—wicked, frightful, terrifying. The warrior screamed, and as he screamed,
the sinuous trunk encircled him, lifted him high above the ground, and hurled
him far after the fleeing crowd.
Another and another Tantor wrenched from the body of the ape-man, throwing them
to right and to left, where they lay either moaning or very quiet, as death came
slowly or at once.
At a distance Mbonga rallied his warriors. His greedy eyes had noted the great
ivory tusks of the bull. The first panic of terror relieved, he urged his men
forward to attack with their heavy elephant spears; but as they came, Tantor
swung Tarzan to his broad head, and, wheeling, lumbered off into the jungle
through the great rent he had made in the palisade.
Elephant hunters may be right when they aver that this animal would not have
rendered such service to a man, but to Tantor, Tarzan was not a man—he was but a
fellow jungle beast.
And so it was that Tantor, the elephant, discharged an obligation to Tarzan of
the Apes, cementing even more closely the friendship that had existed between
them since Tarzan as a little, brown boy rode upon Tantor's huge back through
the moonlit jungle beneath the equatorial stars.
The Fight for the Balu
TEEKA HAD BECOME a mother. Tarzan of the Apes was intensely interested, much
more so, in fact, than Taug, the father. Tarzan was very fond of Teeka. Even the
cares of prospective motherhood had not entirely quenched the fires of carefree
youth, and Teeka had remained a good-natured playmate even at an age when other
shes of the tribe of Kerchak had assumed the sullen dignity of maturity. She yet
retained her childish delight in the primitive games of tag and hide-and-go-seek
which Tarzan's fertile man-mind had evolved.
To play tag through the tree tops is an exciting and inspiring pastime. Tarzan
delighted in it, but the bulls of his childhood had long since abandoned such
childish practices. Teeka, though, had been keen for it always until shortly
before the baby came; but with the advent of her first-born, even Teeka changed.
The evidence of the change surprised and hurt Tarzan immeasurably. One morning
he saw Teeka squatted upon a low branch hugging something very close to her
hairy breast—a wee something which squirmed and wriggled. Tarzan approached
filled with the curiosity which is common to all creatures endowed with brains
which have progressed beyond the microscopic stage.
Teeka rolled her eyes in his direction and strained the squirming mite still
closer to her. Tarzan came nearer. Teeka drew away and bared her fangs. Tarzan
was nonplussed. In all his experiences with Teeka, never before had she bared
fangs at him other than in play; but today she did not look playful. Tarzan ran
his brown fingers through his thick, black hair, cocked his head upon one side,
and stared. Then he edged a bit nearer, craning his neck to have a better look
at the thing which Teeka cuddled.
Again Teeka drew back her upper lip in a warning snarl. Tarzan reached forth a
hand, cautiously, to touch the thing which Teeka held, and Teeka, with a hideous
growl, turned suddenly upon him. Her teeth sank into the flesh of his forearm
before the ape-man could snatch it away, and she pursued him for a short
distance as he retreated incontinently through the trees; but Teeka, carrying
her baby, could not overtake him. At a safe distance Tarzan stopped and turned
to regard his erstwhile play-fellow in unconcealed astonishment. What had
happened to so alter the gentle Teeka? She had so covered the thing in her arms
that Tarzan had not yet been able to recognize it for what it was; but now, as
she turned from the pursuit of him, he saw it. Through his pain and chagrin he
smiled, for Tarzan had seen young ape mothers before. In a few days she would be
less suspicious. Still Tarzan was hurt; it was not right that Teeka, of all
others, should fear him. Why, not for the world would he harm her, or her balu,
which is the ape word for baby.
And now, above the pain of his injured arm and the hurt to his pride, rose a
still stronger desire to come close and inspect the new-born son of Taug.
Possibly you will wonder that Tarzan of the Apes, mighty fighter that he was,
should have fled before the irritable attack of a she, or that he should
hesitate to return for the satisfaction of his curiosity when with ease he might
have vanquished the weakened mother of the new-born cub; but you need not
wonder. Were you an ape, you would know that only a bull in the throes of
madness will turn upon a female other than to gently chastise her, with the
occasional exception of the individual whom we find exemplified among our own
kind, and who delights in beating up his better half because she happens to be
smaller and weaker than he.
Tarzan again came toward the young mother—warily and with his line of retreat
safely open. Again Teeka growled ferociously. Tarzan expostulated.
"Tarzan of the Apes will not harm Teeka's balu," he said. "Let me see it."
"Go away!" commanded Teeka. "Go away, or I will kill you."
"Let me see it," urged Tarzan.
"Go away," reiterated the she-ape. "Here comes Taug. He will make you go away.
Taug will kill you. This is Taug's balu."
A savage growl close behind him apprised Tarzan of the nearness of Taug, and the
fact that the bull had heard the warnings and threats of his mate and was coming
to her succor.
Now Taug, as well as Teeka, had been Tarzan's play-fellow while the bull was
still young enough to wish to play. Once Tarzan had saved Taug's life; but the
memory of an ape is not overlong, nor would gratitude rise above the parental
instinct. Tarzan and Taug had once measured strength, and Tarzan had been
victorious. That fact Taug could be depended upon still to remember; but even
so, he might readily face another defeat for his first-born—if he chanced to be
in the proper mood.
From his hideous growls, which now rose in strength and volume, he seemed to be
in quite the mood. Now Tarzan felt no fear of Taug, nor did the unwritten law of
the jungle demand that he should flee from battle with any male, unless he cared
to from purely personal reasons. But Tarzan liked Taug. He had no grudge against
him, and his man-mind told him what the mind of an ape would never have
deduced—that Taug's attitude in no sense indicated hatred. It was but the
instinctive urge of the male to protect its offspring and its mate.
Tarzan had no desire to battle with Taug, nor did the blood of his English
ancestors relish the thought of flight, yet when the bull charged, Tarzan leaped
nimbly to one side, and thus encouraged, Taug wheeled and rushed again madly to
the attack. Perhaps the memory of a past defeat at Tarzan's hands goaded him.
Perhaps the fact that Teeka sat there watching him aroused a desire to vanquish
the ape-man before her eyes, for in the breast of every jungle male lurks a vast
egotism which finds expression in the performance of deeds of derring-do before
an audience of the opposite sex.
At the ape-man's side swung his long grass rope—the play-thing of yesterday, the
weapon of today—and as Taug charged the second time, Tarzan slipped the coils
over his head and deftly shook out the sliding noose as he again nimbly eluded
the ungainly beast. Before the ape could turn again, Tarzan had fled far aloft
among the branches of the upper terrace.
Taug, now wrought to a frenzy of real rage, followed him. Teeka peered upward at
them. It was difficult to say whether she was interested. Taug could not climb
as rapidly as Tarzan, so the latter reached the high levels to which the heavy
ape dared not follow before the former overtook him. There he halted and looked
down upon his pursuer, making faces at him and calling him such choice names as
occurred to the fertile man-brain. Then, when he had worked Taug to such a pitch
of foaming rage that the great bull fairly danced upon the bending limb beneath
him, Tarzan's hand shot suddenly outward, a widening noose dropped swiftly
through the air, there was a quick jerk as it settled about Taug, falling to his
knees, a jerk that tightened it securely about the hairy legs of the anthropoid.
Taug, slow of wit, realized too late the intention of his tormentor. He
scrambled to escape, but the ape-man gave the rope a tremendous jerk that pulled
Taug from his perch, and a moment later, growling hideously, the ape hung head
downward thirty feet above the ground.
Tarzan secured the rope to a stout limb and descended to a point close to Taug.
"Taug," he said, "you are as stupid as Buto, the rhinoceros. Now you may hang
here until you get a little sense in your thick head. You may hang here and
watch while I go and talk with Teeka."
Taug blustered and threatened, but Tarzan only grinned at him as he dropped
lightly to the lower levels. Here he again approached Teeka only to be again
greeted with bared fangs and menacing growls. He sought to placate her; he urged
his friendly intentions, and craned his neck to have a look at Teeka's balu; but
the she-ape was not to be persuaded that he meant other than harm to her little
one. Her motherhood was still so new that reason was yet subservient to
Realizing the futility of attempting to catch and chastise Tarzan, Teeka sought
to escape him. She dropped to the ground and lumbered across the little clearing
about which the apes of the tribe were disposed in rest or in the search of
food, and presently Tarzan abandoned his attempts to persuade her to permit a
close examination of the balu. The ape-man would have liked to handle the tiny
thing. The very sight of it awakened in his breast a strange yearning. He wished
to cuddle and fondle the grotesque little ape-thing. It was Teeka's balu and
Tarzan had once lavished his young affections upon Teeka.
But now his attention was diverted by the voice of Taug. The threats that had
filled the ape's mouth had turned to pleas. The tightening noose was stopping
the circulation of the blood in his legs—he was beginning to suffer. Several
apes sat near him highly interested in his predicament. They made
uncomplimentary remarks about him, for each of them had felt the weight of
Taug's mighty hands and the strength of his great jaws. They were enjoying
Teeka, seeing that Tarzan had turned back toward the trees, had halted in the
center of the clearing, and there she sat hugging her balu and casting
suspicious glances here and there. With the coming of the balu, Teeka's
care-free world had suddenly become peopled with innumerable enemies. She saw an
implacable foe in Tarzan, always heretofore her best friend. Even poor old
Mumga, half blind and almost entirely toothless, searching patiently for
grubworms beneath a fallen log, represented to her a malignant spirit thirsting
for the blood of little balus.
And while Teeka guarded suspiciously against harm, where there was no harm, she
failed to note two baleful, yellow-green eyes staring fixedly at her from behind
a clump of bushes at the opposite side of the clearing.
Hollow from hunger, Sheeta, the panther, glared greedily at the tempting meat so
close at hand, but the sight of the great bulls beyond gave him pause.
Ah, if the she-ape with her balu would but come just a trifle nearer! A quick
spring and he would be upon them and away again with his meat before the bulls
The tip of his tawny tail moved in spasmodic little jerks; his lower jaw hung
low, exposing a red tongue and yellow fangs. But all this Teeka did not see, nor
did any other of the apes who were feeding or resting about her. Nor did Tarzan
or the apes in the trees.
Hearing the abuse which the bulls were pouring upon the helpless Taug, Tarzan
clambered quickly among them. One was edging closer and leaning far out in an
effort to reach the dangling ape. He had worked himself into quite a fury
through recollection of the last occasion upon which Taug had mauled him, and
now he was bent upon revenge. Once he had grasped the swinging ape, he would
quickly have drawn him within reach of his jaws. Tarzan saw and was wroth. He
loved a fair fight, but the thing which this ape contemplated revolted him.
Already a hairy hand had clutched the helpless Taug when, with an angry growl of
protest, Tarzan leaped to the branch at the attacking ape's side, and with a
single mighty cuff, swept him from his perch.
Surprised and enraged, the bull clutched madly for support as he toppled
sidewise, and then with an agile movement succeeded in projecting himself toward
another limb a few feet below. Here he found a hand-hold, quickly righted
himself, and as quickly clambered upward to be revenged upon Tarzan, but the
ape-man was otherwise engaged and did not wish to be interrupted. He was
explaining again to Taug the depths of the latter's abysmal ignorance, and
pointing out how much greater and mightier was Tarzan of the Apes than Taug or
any other ape.
In the end he would release Taug, but not until Taug was fully acquainted with
his own inferiority. And then the maddened bull came from beneath, and instantly
Tarzan was transformed from a good-natured, teasing youth into a snarling,
savage beast. Along his scalp the hair bristled: his upper lip drew back that
his fighting fangs might be uncovered and ready. He did not wait for the bull to
reach him, for something in the appearance or the voice of the attacker aroused
within the ape-man a feeling of belligerent antagonism that would not be denied.
With a scream that carried no human note, Tarzan leaped straight at the throat
of the attacker.
The impetuosity of this act and the weight and momentum of his body carried the
bull backward, clutching and clawing for support, down through the leafy
branches of the tree. For fifteen feet the two fell, Tarzan's teeth buried in
the jugular of his opponent, when a stout branch stopped their descent. The bull
struck full upon the small of his back across the limb, hung there for a moment
with the ape-man still upon his breast, and then toppled over toward the ground.
Tarzan had felt the instantaneous relaxation of the body beneath him after the
heavy impact with the tree limb, and as the other turned completely over and
started again upon its fall toward the ground, he reached forth a hand and
caught the branch in time to stay his own descent, while the ape dropped like a
plummet to the foot of the tree.
Tarzan looked downward for a moment upon the still form of his late antagonist,
then he rose to his full height, swelled his deep chest, smote upon it with his
clenched fist and roared out the uncanny challenge of the victorious bull ape.
Even Sheeta, the panther, crouched for a spring at the edge of the little
clearing, moved uneasily as the mighty voice sent its weird cry reverberating
through the jungle. To right and left, nervously, glanced Sheeta, as though
assuring himself that the way of escape lay ready at hand.
"I am Tarzan of the Apes," boasted the ape-man; "mighty hunter, mighty fighter!
None in all the jungle so great as Tarzan."
Then he made his way back in the direction of Taug. Teeka had watched the
happenings in the tree. She had even placed her precious balu upon the soft
grasses and come a little nearer that she might better witness all that was
passing in the branches above her. In her heart of hearts did she still esteem
the smooth-skinned Tarzan? Did her savage breast swell with pride as she
witnessed his victory over the ape? You will have to ask Teeka.
And Sheeta, the panther, saw that the she-ape had left her cub alone among the
grasses. He moved his tail again, as though this closest approximation of
lashing in which he dared indulge might stimulate his momentarily waned courage.
The cry of the victorious ape-man still held his nerves beneath its spell. It
would be several minutes before he again could bring himself to the point of
charging into view of the giant anthropoids.
And as he regathered his forces, Tarzan reached Taug's side, and then clambering
higher up to the point where the end of the grass rope was made fast, he
unloosed it and lowered the ape slowly downward, swinging him in until the
clutching hands fastened upon a limb.
Quickly Taug drew himself to a position of safety and shook off the noose. In
his rage-maddened heart was no room for gratitude to the ape-man. He recalled
only the fact that Tarzan had laid this painful indignity upon him. He would be
revenged, but just at present his legs were so numb and his head so dizzy that
he must postpone the gratification of his vengeance.
Tarzan was coiling his rope the while he lectured Taug on the futility of
pitting his poor powers, physical and intellectual, against those of his
betters. Teeka had come close beneath the tree and was peering upward. Sheeta
was worming his way stealthily forward, his belly close to the ground. In
another moment he would be clear of the underbrush and ready for the rapid
charge and the quick retreat that would end the brief existence of Teeka's balu.
Then Tarzan chanced to look up and across the clearing. Instantly his attitude
of good-natured bantering and pompous boastfulness dropped from him. Silently
and swiftly he shot downward toward the ground. Teeka, seeing him coming, and
thinking that he was after her or her balu, bristled and prepared to fight. But
Tarzan sped by her, and as he went, her eyes followed him and she saw the cause
of his sudden descent and his rapid charge across the clearing. There in full
sight now was Sheeta, the panther, stalking slowly toward the tiny, wriggling
balu which lay among the grasses many yards away.
Teeka gave voice to a shrill scream of terror and of warning as she dashed after
the ape-man. Sheeta saw Tarzan coming. He saw the she-ape's cub before him, and
he thought that this other was bent upon robbing him of his prey. With an angry
growl, he charged.
Taug, warned by Teeka's cry, came lumbering down to her assistance. Several
other bulls, growling and barking, closed in toward the clearing, but they were
all much farther from the balu and the panther than was Tarzan of the Apes, so
it was that Sheeta and the ape-man reached Teeka's little one almost
simultaneously; and there they stood, one upon either side of it, baring their
fangs and snarling at each other over the little creature.
Sheeta was afraid to seize the balu, for thus he would give the ape-man an
opening for attack; and for the same reason Tarzan hesitated to snatch the
panther's prey out of harm's way, for had he stooped to accomplish this, the
great beast would have been upon him in an instant. Thus they stood while Teeka
came across the clearing, going more slowly as she neared the panther, for even
her mother love could scarce overcome her instinctive terror of this natural
enemy of her kind.
Behind her came Taug, warily and with many pauses and much bluster, and still
behind him came other bulls, snarling ferociously and uttering their uncanny
challenges. Sheeta's yellow-green eyes glared terribly at Tarzan, and past
Tarzan they shot brief glances at the apes of Kerchak advancing upon him.
Discretion prompted him to turn and flee, but hunger and the close proximity of
the tempting morsel in the grass before him urged him to remain. He reached
forth a paw toward Teeka's balu, and as he did so, with a savage guttural,
Tarzan of the Apes was upon him.
The panther reared to meet the ape-man's attack. He swung a frightful raking
blow for Tarzan that would have wiped his face away had it landed, but it did
not land, for Tarzan ducked beneath it and closed, his long knife ready in one
strong hand—the knife of his dead father, of the father he never had known.
Instantly the balu was forgotten by Sheeta, the panther. He now thought only of
tearing to ribbons with his powerful talons the flesh of his antagonist, of
burying his long, yellow fangs in the soft, smooth hide of the ape-man, but
Tarzan had fought before with clawed creatures of the jungle. Before now he had
battled with fanged monsters, nor always had he come away unscathed. He knew the
risk that he ran, but Tarzan of the Apes, inured to the sight of suffering and
death, shrank from neither, for he feared neither.
The instant that he dodged beneath Sheeta's blow, he leaped to the beast's rear
and then full upon the tawny back, burying his teeth in Sheeta's neck and the
fingers of one hand in the fur at the throat, and with the other hand he drove
his blade into Sheeta's side.
Over and over upon the grass rolled Sheeta, growling and screaming, clawing and
biting, in a mad effort to dislodge his antagonist or get some portion of his
body within range of teeth or talons.
As Tarzan leaped to close quarters with the panther, Teeka had run quickly in
and snatched up her balu. Now she sat upon a high branch, safe out of harm's
way, cuddling the little thing close to her hairy breast, the while her savage
little eyes bored down upon the contestants in the clearing, and her ferocious
voice urged Taug and the other bulls to leap into the melee.
Thus goaded the bulls came closer, redoubling their hideous clamor; but Sheeta
was already sufficiently engaged—he did not even hear them. Once he succeeded in
partially dislodging the ape-man from his back, so that Tarzan swung for an
instant in front of those awful talons, and in the brief instant before he could
regain his former hold, a raking blow from a hind paw laid open one leg from hip
It was the sight and smell of this blood, possibly, which wrought upon the
encircling apes; but it was Taug who really was responsible for the thing they
Taug, but a moment before filled with rage toward Tarzan of the Apes, stood
close to the battling pair, his red-rimmed, wicked little eyes glaring at them.
What was passing in his savage brain? Did he gloat over the unenviable position
of his recent tormentor? Did he long to see Sheeta's great fangs sink into the
soft throat of the ape-man? Or did he realize the courageous unselfishness that
had prompted Tarzan to rush to the rescue and imperil his life for Teeka's
balu—for Taug's little balu? Is gratitude a possession of man only, or do the
lower orders know it also?
With the spilling of Tarzan's blood, Taug answered these questions. With all the
weight of his great body he leaped, hideously growling, upon Sheeta. His long
fighting fangs buried themselves in the white throat. His powerful arms beat and
clawed at the soft fur until it flew upward in the jungle breeze.
And with Taug's example before them the other bulls charged, burying Sheeta
beneath rending fangs and filling all the forest with the wild din of their
Ah! but it was a wondrous and inspiring sight—this battle of the primordial apes
and the great, white ape-man with their ancestral foe, Sheeta, the panther.
In frenzied excitement, Teeka fairly danced upon the limb which swayed beneath
her great weight as she urged on the males of her people, and Thaka, and Mumga,
and Kamma, with the other shes of the tribe of Kerchak, added their shrill cries
or fierce barkings to the pandemonium which now reigned within the jungle.
Bitten and biting, tearing and torn, Sheeta battled for his life; but the odds
were against him. Even Numa, the lion, would have hesitated to have attacked an
equal number of the great bulls of the tribe of Kerchak, and now, a half mile
away, hearing the sounds of the terrific battle, the king of beasts rose
uneasily from his midday slumber and slunk off farther into the jungle.
Presently Sheeta's torn and bloody body ceased its titanic struggles. It
stiffened spasmodically, twitched and was still, yet the bulls continued to
lacerate it until the beautiful coat was torn to shreds. At last they desisted
from sheer physical weariness, and then from the tangle of bloody bodies rose a
crimson giant, straight as an arrow.
He placed a foot upon the dead body of the panther, and lifting his
blood-stained face to the blue of the equatorial heavens, gave voice to the
horrid victory cry of the bull ape.
One by one his hairy fellows of the tribe of Kerchak followed his example. The
shes came down from their perches of safety and struck and reviled the dead body
of Sheeta. The young apes refought the battle in mimicry of their mighty elders.
Teeka was quite close to Tarzan. He turned and saw her with the balu hugged
close to her hairy breast, and put out his hands to take the little one,
expecting that Teeka would bare her fangs and spring upon him; but instead she
placed the balu in his arms, and coming nearer, licked his frightful wounds.
And presently Taug, who had escaped with only a few scratches, came and squatted
beside Tarzan and watched him as he played with the little balu, and at last he
too leaned over and helped Teeka with the cleansing and the healing of the
The God of Tarzan
AMONG THE BOOKS of his dead father in the little cabin by the land-locked
harbor, Tarzan of the Apes found many things to puzzle his young head. By much
labor and through the medium of infinite patience as well, he had, without
assistance, discovered the purpose of the little bugs which ran riot upon the
printed pages. He had learned that in the many combinations in which he found
them they spoke in a silent language, spoke in a strange tongue, spoke of
wonderful things which a little ape-boy could not by any chance fully
understand, arousing his curiosity, stimulating his imagination and filling his
soul with a mighty longing for further knowledge.
A dictionary had proven itself a wonderful storehouse of information, when,
after several years of tireless endeavor, he had solved the mystery of its
purpose and the manner of its use. He had learned to make a species of game out
of it, following up the spoor of a new thought through the mazes of the many
definitions which each new word required him to consult. It was like following a
quarry through the jungle—it was hunting, and Tarzan of the Apes was an
There were, of course, certain words which aroused his curiosity to a greater
extent than others, words which, for one reason or another, excited his
imagination. There was one, for example, the meaning of which was rather
difficult to grasp. It was the word GOD. Tarzan first had been attracted to it
by the fact that it was very short and that it commenced with a larger g-bug
than those about it—a male g-bug it was to Tarzan, the lower-case letters being
females. Another fact which attracted him to this word was the number of he-bugs
which figured in its definition—Supreme Deity, Creator or Upholder of the
Universe. This must be a very important word indeed, he would have to look into
it, and he did, though it still baffled him after many months of thought and
However, Tarzan counted no time wasted which he devoted to these strange hunting
expeditions into the game preserves of knowledge, for each word and each
definition led on and on into strange places, into new worlds where, with
increasing frequency, he met old, familiar faces. And always he added to his
store of knowledge.
But of the meaning of GOD he was yet in doubt. Once he thought he had grasped
it—that God was a mighty chieftain, king of all the Mangani. He was not quite
sure, however, since that would mean that God was mightier than Tarzan—a point
which Tarzan of the Apes, who acknowledged no equal in the jungle, was loath to
But in all the books he had there was no picture of God, though he found much to
confirm his belief that God was a great, an all-powerful individual. He saw
pictures of places where God was worshiped; but never any sign of God. Finally
he began to wonder if God were not of a different form than he, and at last he
determined to set out in search of Him.
He commenced by questioning Mumga, who was very old and had seen many strange
things in her long life; but Mumga, being an ape, had a faculty for recalling
the trivial. That time when Gunto mistook a sting-bug for an edible beetle had
made more impression upon Mumga than all the innumerable manifestations of the
greatness of God which she had witnessed, and which, of course, she had not
Numgo, overhearing Tarzan's questions, managed to wrest his attention long
enough from the diversion of flea hunting to advance the theory that the power
which made the lightning and the rain and the thunder came from Goro, the moon.
He knew this, he said, because the Dum-Dum always was danced in the light of
Goro. This reasoning, though entirely satisfactory to Numgo and Mumga, failed
fully to convince Tarzan. However, it gave him a basis for further investigation
along a new line. He would investigate the moon.
That night he clambered to the loftiest pinnacle of the tallest jungle giant.
The moon was full, a great, glorious, equatorial moon. The ape-man, upright upon
a slender, swaying limb, raised his bronzed face to the silver orb. Now that he
had clambered to the highest point within his reach, he discovered, to his
surprise, that Goro was as far away as when he viewed him from the ground. He
thought that Goro was attempting to elude him.
"Come, Goro!" he cried, "Tarzan of the Apes will not harm you!" But still the
moon held aloof.
"Tell me," he continued, "if you be the great king who sends Ara, the lightning;
who makes the great noise and the mighty winds, and sends the waters down upon
the jungle people when the days are dark and it is cold. Tell me, Goro, are you
Of course he did not pronounce God as you or I would pronounce His name, for
Tarzan knew naught of the spoken language of his English forbears; but he had a
name of his own invention for each of the little bugs which constituted the
alphabet. Unlike the apes he was not satisfied merely to have a mental picture
of the things he knew, he must have a word descriptive of each. In reading he
grasped a word in its entirety; but when he spoke the words he had learned from
the books of his father, he pronounced each according to the names he had given
the various little bugs which occurred in it, usually giving the gender prefix
Thus it was an imposing word which Tarzan made of GOD. The masculine prefix of
the apes is BU, the feminine MU; g Tarzan had named LA, o he pronounced TU, and
d was MO. So the word God evolved itself into BULAMUTUMUMO, or, in English,
Similarly he had arrived at a strange and wonderful spelling of his own name.
Tarzan is derived from the two ape words TAR and ZAN, meaning white skin. It was
given him by his foster mother, Kala, the great she-ape. When Tarzan first put
it into the written language of his own people he had not yet chanced upon
either WHITE or SKIN in the dictionary; but in a primer he had seen the picture
of a little white boy and so he wrote his name BUMUDE-MUTOMURO, or he-boy.
To follow Tarzan's strange system of spelling would be laborious as well as
futile, and so we shall in the future, as we have in the past, adhere to the
more familiar forms of our grammar school copybooks. It would tire you to
remember that DO meant b, TU o, and RO y, and that to say he-boy you must prefix
the ape masculine gender sound BU before the entire word and the feminine gender
sound MU before each of the lower-case letters which go to make up boy—it would
tire you and it would bring me to the nineteenth hole several strokes under par.
And so Tarzan harangued the moon, and when Goro did not reply, Tarzan of the
Apes waxed wroth. He swelled his giant chest and bared his fighting fangs, and
hurled into the teeth of the dead satellite the challenge of the bull ape.
"You are not Bulamutumumo," he cried. "You are not king of the jungle folk. You
are not so great as Tarzan, mighty fighter, mighty hunter. None there is so
great as Tarzan. If there be a Bulamutumumo, Tarzan can kill him. Come down,
Goro, great coward, and fight with Tarzan. Tarzan will kill you. I am Tarzan,
But the moon made no answer to the boasting of the ape-man, and when a cloud
came and obscured her face, Tarzan thought that Goro was indeed afraid, and was
hiding from him, so he came down out of the trees and awoke Numgo and told him
how great was Tarzan—how he had frightened Goro out of the sky and made him
tremble. Tarzan spoke of the moon as HE, for all things large or awe inspiring
are male to the ape folk.
Numgo was not much impressed; but he was very sleepy, so he told Tarzan to go
away and leave his betters alone.
"But where shall I find God?" insisted Tarzan. "You are very old; if there is a
God you must have seen Him. What does He look like? Where does He live?"
"I am God," replied Numgo. "Now sleep and disturb me no more."
Tarzan looked at Numgo steadily for several minutes, his shapely head sank just
a trifle between his great shoulders, his square chin shot forward and his short
upper lip drew back, exposing his white teeth. Then, with a low growl he leaped
upon the ape and buried his fangs in the other's hairy shoulder, clutching the
great neck in his mighty fingers. Twice he shook the old ape, then he released
"Are you God?" he demanded.
"No," wailed Numgo. "I am only a poor, old ape. Leave me alone. Go ask the
Gomangani where God is. They are hairless like yourself and very wise, too. They
Tarzan released Numgo and turned away. The suggestion that he consult the blacks
appealed to him, and though his relations with the people of Mbonga, the chief,
were the antithesis of friendly, he could at least spy upon his hated enemies
and discover if they had intercourse with God.
So it was that Tarzan set forth through the trees toward the village of the
blacks, all excitement at the prospect of discovering the Supreme Being, the
Creator of all things. As he traveled he reviewed, mentally, his armament—the
condition of his hunting knife, the number of his arrows, the newness of the gut
which strung his bow—he hefted the war spear which had once been the pride of
some black warrior of Mbonga's tribe.
If he met God, Tarzan would be prepared. One could never tell whether a grass
rope, a war spear, or a poisoned arrow would be most efficacious against an
unfamiliar foe. Tarzan of the Apes was quite content—if God wished to fight, the
ape-man had no doubt as to the outcome of the struggle. There were many
questions Tarzan wished to put to the Creator of the Universe and so he hoped
that God would not prove a belligerent God; but his experience of life and the
ways of living things had taught him that any creature with the means for
offense and defense was quite likely to provoke attack if in the proper mood.
It was dark when Tarzan came to the village of Mbonga. As silently as the silent
shadows of the night he sought his accustomed place among the branches of the
great tree which overhung the palisade. Below him, in the village street, he saw
men and women. The men were hideously painted—more hideously than usual. Among
them moved a weird and grotesque figure, a tall figure that went upon the two
legs of a man and yet had the head of a buffalo. A tail dangled to his ankles
behind him, and in one hand he carried a zebra's tail while the other clutched a
bunch of small arrows.
Tarzan was electrified. Could it be that chance had given him thus early an
opportunity to look upon God? Surely this thing was neither man nor beast, so
what could it be then other than the Creator of the Universe! The ape-man
watched the every move of the strange creature. He saw the black men and women
fall back at its approach as though they stood in terror of its mysterious
Presently he discovered that the deity was speaking and that all listened in
silence to his words. Tarzan was sure that none other than God could inspire
such awe in the hearts of the Gomangani, or stop their mouths so effectually
without recourse to arrows or spears. Tarzan had come to look with contempt upon
the blacks, principally because of their garrulity. The small apes talked a
great deal and ran away from an enemy. The big, old bulls of Kerchak talked but
little and fought upon the slightest provocation. Numa, the lion, was not given
to loquacity, yet of all the jungle folk there were few who fought more often
Tarzan witnessed strange things that night, none of which he understood, and,
perhaps because they were strange, he thought that they must have to do with the
God he could not understand. He saw three youths receive their first war spears
in a weird ceremony which the grotesque witch-doctor strove successfully to
render uncanny and awesome.
Hugely interested, he watched the slashing of the three brown arms and the
exchange of blood with Mbonga, the chief, in the rites of the ceremony of blood
brotherhood. He saw the zebra's tail dipped into a caldron of water above which
the witch-doctor had made magical passes the while he danced and leaped about
it, and he saw the breasts and foreheads of each of the three novitiates
sprinkled with the charmed liquid. Could the ape-man have known the purpose of
this act, that it was intended to render the recipient invulnerable to the
attacks of his enemies and fearless in the face of any danger, he would
doubtless have leaped into the village street and appropriated the zebra's tail
and a portion of the contents of the caldron.
But he did not know, and so he only wondered, not alone at what he saw but at
the strange sensations which played up and down his naked spine, sensations
induced, doubtless, by the same hypnotic influence which held the black
spectators in tense awe upon the verge of a hysteric upheaval.
The longer Tarzan watched, the more convinced he became that his eyes were upon
God, and with the conviction came determination to have word with the deity.
With Tarzan of the Apes, to think was to act.
The people of Mbonga were keyed to the highest pitch of hysterical excitement.
They needed little to release the accumulated pressure of static nerve force
which the terrorizing mummery of the witch-doctor had induced.
A lion roared, suddenly and loud, close without the palisade. The blacks started
nervously, dropping into utter silence as they listened for a repetition of that
all-too-familiar and always terrorizing voice. Even the witch-doctor paused in
the midst of an intricate step, remaining momentarily rigid and statuesque as he
plumbed his cunning mind for a suggestion as how best he might take advantage of
the condition of his audience and the timely interruption.
Already the evening had been vastly profitable to him. There would be three
goats for the initiation of the three youths into full-fledged warriorship, and
besides these he had received several gifts of grain and beads, together with a
piece of copper wire from admiring and terrified members of his audience.
Numa's roar still reverberated along taut nerves when a woman's laugh, shrill
and piercing, shattered the silence of the village. It was this moment that
Tarzan chose to drop lightly from his tree into the village street. Fearless
among his blood enemies he stood, taller by a full head than many of Mbonga's
warriors, straight as their straightest arrow, muscled like Numa, the lion.
For a moment Tarzan stood looking straight at the witch-doctor. Every eye was
upon him, yet no one had moved—a paralysis of terror held them, to be broken a
moment later as the ape-man, with a toss of head, stepped straight toward the
hideous figure beneath the buffalo head.
Then the nerves of the blacks could stand no more. For months the terror of the
strange, white, jungle god had been upon them. Their arrows had been stolen from
the very center of the village; their warriors had been silently slain upon the
jungle trails and their dead bodies dropped mysteriously and by night into the
village street as from the heavens above.
One or two there were who had glimpsed the strange figure of the new demon and
it was from their oft-repeated descriptions that the entire village now
recognized Tarzan as the author of many of their ills. Upon another occasion and
by daylight, the warriors would doubtless have leaped to attack him, but at
night, and this night of all others, when they were wrought to such a pitch of
nervous dread by the uncanny artistry of their witch-doctor, they were helpless
with terror. As one man they turned and fled, scattering for their huts, as
Tarzan advanced. For a moment one and one only held his ground. It was the
witch-doctor. More than half self-hypnotized into a belief in his own
charlatanry he faced this new demon who threatened to undermine his ancient and
"Are you God?" asked Tarzan.
The witch-doctor, having no idea of the meaning of the other's words, danced a
few strange steps, leaped high in the air, turning completely around and
alighting in a stooping posture with feet far outspread and head thrust out
toward the ape-man. Thus he remained for an instant before he uttered a loud
"Boo!" which was evidently intended to frighten Tarzan away; but in reality had
no such effect.
Tarzan did not pause. He had set out to approach and examine God and nothing
upon earth might now stay his feet. Seeing that his antics had no potency with
the visitor, the witch-doctor tried some new medicine. Spitting upon the zebra's
tail, which he still clutched in one hand, he made circles above it with the
arrows in the other hand, meanwhile backing cautiously away from Tarzan and
speaking confidentially to the bushy end of the tail.
This medicine must be short medicine, however, for the creature, god or demon,
was steadily closing up the distance which had separated them. The circles
therefore were few and rapid, and when they were completed, the witch-doctor
struck an attitude which was intended to be awe inspiring and waving the zebra's
tail before him, drew an imaginary line between himself and Tarzan.
"Beyond this line you cannot pass, for my medicine is strong medicine," he
cried. "Stop, or you will fall dead as your foot touches this spot. My mother
was a voodoo, my father was a snake; I live upon lions' hearts and the entrails
of the panther; I eat young babies for breakfast and the demons of the jungle
are my slaves. I am the most powerful witch-doctor in the world; I fear nothing,
for I cannot die. I—" But he got no further; instead he turned and fled as
Tarzan of the Apes crossed the magical dead line and still lived.
As the witch-doctor ran, Tarzan almost lost his temper. This was no way for God
to act, at least not in accordance with the conception Tarzan had come to have
"Come back!" he cried. "Come back, God, I will not harm you." But the
witch-doctor was in full retreat by this time, stepping high as he leaped over
cooking pots and the smoldering embers of small fires that had burned before the
huts of villagers. Straight for his own hut ran the witch-doctor, terror-spurred
to unwonted speed; but futile was his effort—the ape-man bore down upon him with
the speed of Bara, the deer.
Just at the entrance to his hut the witch-doctor was overhauled. A heavy hand
fell upon his shoulder to drag him back. It seized upon a portion of the buffalo
hide, dragging the disguise from him. It was a naked black man that Tarzan saw
dodge into the darkness of the hut's interior.
So this was what he had thought was God! Tarzan's lip curled in an angry snarl
as he leaped into the hut after the terror-stricken witch-doctor. In the
blackness within he found the man huddled at the far side and dragged him forth
into the comparative lightness of the moonlit night.
The witch-doctor bit and scratched in an attempt to escape; but a few cuffs
across the head brought him to a better realization of the futility of
resistance. Beneath the moon Tarzan held the cringing figure upon its shaking
"So you are God!" he cried. "If you be God, then Tarzan is greater than God,"
and so the ape-man thought. "I am Tarzan," he shouted into the ear of the black.
"In all the jungle, or above it, or upon the running waters, or the sleeping
waters, or upon the big water, or the little water, there is none so great as
Tarzan. Tarzan is greater than the Mangani; he is greater than the Gomangani.
With his own hands he has slain Numa, the lion, and Sheeta, the panther; there
is none so great as Tarzan. Tarzan is greater than God. See!" and with a sudden
wrench he twisted the black's neck until the fellow shrieked in pain and then
slumped to the earth in a swoon.
Placing his foot upon the neck of the fallen witch-doctor, the ape-man raised
his face to the moon and uttered the long, shrill scream of the victorious bull
ape. Then he stooped and snatched the zebra's tail from the nerveless fingers of
the unconscious man and without a backward glance retraced his footsteps across
From several hut doorways frightened eyes watched him. Mbonga, the chief, was
one of those who had seen what passed before the hut of the witch-doctor. Mbonga
was greatly concerned. Wise old patriarch that he was, he never had more than
half believed in witch-doctors, at least not since greater wisdom had come with
age; but as a chief he was well convinced of the power of the witch-doctor as an
arm of government, and often it was that Mbonga used the superstitious fears of
his people to his own ends through the medium of the medicine-man.
Mbonga and the witch-doctor had worked together and divided the spoils, and now
the "face" of the witch-doctor would be lost forever if any saw what Mbonga had
seen; nor would this generation again have as much faith in any future
Mbonga must do something to counteract the evil influence of the forest demon's
victory over the witch-doctor. He raised his heavy spear and crept silently from
his hut in the wake of the retreating ape-man. Down the village street walked
Tarzan, as unconcerned and as deliberate as though only the friendly apes of
Kerchak surrounded him instead of a village full of armed enemies.
Seeming only was the indifference of Tarzan, for alert and watchful was every
well-trained sense. Mbonga, wily stalker of keen-eared jungle creatures, moved
now in utter silence. Not even Bara, the deer, with his great ears could have
guessed from any sound that Mbonga was near; but the black was not stalking
Bara; he was stalking man, and so he sought only to avoid noise.
Closer and closer to the slowly moving ape-man he came. Now he raised his war
spear, throwing his spear-hand far back above his right shoulder. Once and for
all would Mbonga, the chief, rid himself and his people of the menace of this
terrifying enemy. He would make no poor cast; he would take pains, and he would
hurl his weapon with such great force as would finish the demon forever.
But Mbonga, sure as he thought himself, erred in his calculations. He might
believe that he was stalking a man—he did not know, however, that it was a man
with the delicate sense perception of the lower orders. Tarzan, when he had
turned his back upon his enemies, had noted what Mbonga never would have thought
of considering in the hunting of man—the wind. It was blowing in the same
direction that Tarzan was proceeding, carrying to his delicate nostrils the
odors which arose behind him. Thus it was that Tarzan knew that he was being
followed, for even among the many stenches of an African village, the ape-man's
uncanny faculty was equal to the task of differentiating one stench from another
and locating with remarkable precision the source from whence it came.
He knew that a man was following him and coming closer, and his judgment warned
him of the purpose of the stalker. When Mbonga, therefore, came within spear
range of the ape-man, the latter suddenly wheeled upon him, so suddenly that the
poised spear was shot a fraction of a second before Mbonga had intended. It went
a trifle high and Tarzan stooped to let it pass over his head; then he sprang
toward the chief. But Mbonga did not wait to receive him. Instead, he turned and
fled for the dark doorway of the nearest hut, calling as he went for his
warriors to fall upon the stranger and slay him.
Well indeed might Mbonga scream for help, for Tarzan, young and fleet-footed,
covered the distance between them in great leaps, at the speed of a charging
lion. He was growling, too, not at all unlike Numa himself. Mbonga heard and his
blood ran cold. He could feel the wool stiffen upon his pate and a prickly chill
run up his spine, as though Death had come and run his cold finger along
Others heard, too, and saw, from the darkness of their huts—bold warriors,
hideously painted, grasping heavy war spears in nerveless fingers. Against Numa,
the lion, they would have charged fearlessly. Against many times their own
number of black warriors would they have raced to the protection of their chief;
but this weird jungle demon filled them with terror. There was nothing human in
the bestial growls that rumbled up from his deep chest; there was nothing human
in the bared fangs, or the catlike leaps.
Mbonga's warriors were terrified—too terrified to leave the seeming security of
their huts while they watched the beast-man spring full upon the back of their
Mbonga went down with a scream of terror. He was too frightened even to attempt
to defend himself. He just lay beneath his antagonist in a paralysis of fear,
screaming at the top of his lungs. Tarzan half rose and kneeled above the black.
He turned Mbonga over and looked him in the face, exposing the man's throat,
then he drew his long, keen knife, the knife that John Clayton, Lord Greystoke,
had brought from England many years before. He raised it close above Mbonga's
neck. The old black whimpered with terror. He pleaded for his life in a tongue
which Tarzan could not understand.
For the first time the ape-man had a close view of the chief. He saw an old man,
a very old man with scrawny neck and wrinkled face—a dried, parchment-like face
which resembled some of the little monkeys Tarzan knew so well. He saw the
terror in the man's eyes—never before had Tarzan seen such terror in the eyes of
any animal, or such a piteous appeal for mercy upon the face of any creature.
Something stayed the ape-man's hand for an instant. He wondered why it was that
he hesitated to make the kill; never before had he thus delayed. The old man
seemed to wither and shrink to a bag of puny bones beneath his eyes. So weak and
helpless and terror-stricken he appeared that the ape-man was filled with a
great contempt; but another sensation also claimed him—something new to Tarzan
of the Apes in relation to an enemy. It was pity—pity for a poor, frightened,
Tarzan rose and turned away, leaving Mbonga, the chief, unharmed.
With head held high the ape-man walked through the village, swung himself into
the branches of the tree which overhung the palisade and disappeared from the
sight of the villagers.
All the way back to the stamping ground of the apes, Tarzan sought for an
explanation of the strange power which had stayed his hand and prevented him
from slaying Mbonga. It was as though someone greater than he had commanded him
to spare the life of the old man. Tarzan could not understand, for he could
conceive of nothing, or no one, with the authority to dictate to him what he
should do, or what he should refrain from doing.
It was late when Tarzan sought a swaying couch among the trees beneath which
slept the apes of Kerchak, and he was still absorbed in the solution of his
strange problem when he fell asleep.
The sun was well up in the heavens when he awoke. The apes were astir in search
of food. Tarzan watched them lazily from above as they scratched in the rotting
loam for bugs and beetles and grubworms, or sought among the branches of the
trees for eggs and young birds, or luscious caterpillars.
An orchid, dangling close beside his head, opened slowly, unfolding its delicate
petals to the warmth and light of the sun which but recently had penetrated to
its shady retreat. A thousand times had Tarzan of the Apes witnessed the
beauteous miracle; but now it aroused a keener interest, for the ape-man was
just commencing to ask himself questions about all the myriad wonders which
heretofore he had but taken for granted.
What made the flower open? What made it grow from a tiny bud to a full-blown
bloom? Why was it at all? Why was he? Where did Numa, the lion, come from? Who
planted the first tree? How did Goro get way up into the darkness of the night
sky to cast his welcome light upon the fearsome nocturnal jungle? And the sun!
Did the sun merely happen there?
Why were all the peoples of the jungle not trees? Why were the trees not
something else? Why was Tarzan different from Taug, and Taug different from
Bara, the deer, and Bara different from Sheeta, the panther, and why was not
Sheeta like Buto, the rhinoceros? Where and how, anyway, did they all come
from—the trees, the flowers, the insects, the countless creatures of the jungle?
Quite unexpectedly an idea popped into Tarzan's head. In following out the many
ramifications of the dictionary definition of GOD he had come upon the word
CREATE—"to cause to come into existence; to form out of nothing."
Tarzan almost had arrived at something tangible when a distant wail startled him
from his preoccupation into sensibility of the present and the real. The wail
came from the jungle at some little distance from Tarzan's swaying couch. It was
the wail of a tiny balu. Tarzan recognized it at once as the voice of Gazan,
Teeka's baby. They had called it Gazan because its soft, baby hair had been
unusually red, and GAZAN in the language of the great apes, means red skin.
The wail was immediately followed by a real scream of terror from the small
lungs. Tarzan was electrified into instant action. Like an arrow from a bow he
shot through the trees in the direction of the sound. Ahead of him he heard the
savage snarling of an adult she-ape. It was Teeka to the rescue. The danger must
be very real. Tarzan could tell that by the note of rage mingled with fear in
the voice of the she.
Running along bending limbs, swinging from one tree to another, the ape-man
raced through the middle terraces toward the sounds which now had risen in
volume to deafening proportions. From all directions the apes of Kerchak were
hurrying in response to the appeal in the tones of the balu and its mother, and
as they came, their roars reverberated through the forest.
But Tarzan, swifter than his heavy fellows, distanced them all. It was he who
was first upon the scene. What he saw sent a cold chill through his giant frame,
for the enemy was the most hated and loathed of all the jungle creatures.
Twined in a great tree was Histah, the snake—huge, ponderous, slimy—and in the
folds of its deadly embrace was Teeka's little balu, Gazan. Nothing in the
jungle inspired within the breast of Tarzan so near a semblance to fear as did
the hideous Histah. The apes, too, loathed the terrifying reptile and feared him
even more than they did Sheeta, the panther, or Numa, the lion. Of all their
enemies there was none they gave a wider berth than they gave Histah, the snake.
Tarzan knew that Teeka was peculiarly fearful of this silent, repulsive foe, and
as the scene broke upon his vision, it was the action of Teeka which filled him
with the greatest wonder, for at the moment that he saw her, the she-ape leaped
upon the glistening body of the snake, and as the mighty folds encircled her as
well as her offspring, she made no effort to escape, but instead grasped the
writhing body in a futile effort to tear it from her screaming balu.
Tarzan knew all too well how deep-rooted was Teeka's terror of Histah. He scarce
could believe the testimony of his own eyes then, when they told him that she
had voluntarily rushed into that deadly embrace. Nor was Teeka's innate dread of
the monster much greater than Tarzan's own. Never, willingly, had he touched a
snake. Why, he could not say, for he would admit fear of nothing; nor was it
fear, but rather an inherent repulsion bequeathed to him by many generations of
civilized ancestors, and back of them, perhaps, by countless myriads of such as
Teeka, in the breasts of each of which had lurked the same nameless terror of
the slimy reptile.
Yet Tarzan did not hesitate more than had Teeka, but leaped upon Histah with all
the speed and impetuosity that he would have shown had he been springing upon
Bara, the deer, to make a kill for food. Thus beset the snake writhed and
twisted horribly; but not for an instant did it loose its hold upon any of its
intended victims, for it had included the ape-man in its cold embrace the minute
that he had fallen upon it.
Still clinging to the tree, the mighty reptile held the three as though they had
been without weight, the while it sought to crush the life from them. Tarzan had
drawn his knife and this he now plunged rapidly into the body of the enemy; but
the encircling folds promised to sap his life before he had inflicted a death
wound upon the snake. Yet on he fought, nor once did he seek to escape the
horrid death that confronted him—his sole aim was to slay Histah and thus free
Teeka and her balu.
The great, wide-gaping jaws of the snake turned and hovered above him. The
elastic maw, which could accommodate a rabbit or a horned buck with equal
facility, yawned for him; but Histah, in turning his attention upon the ape-man,
brought his head within reach of Tarzan's blade. Instantly a brown hand leaped
forth and seized the mottled neck, and another drove the heavy hunting knife to
the hilt into the little brain.
Convulsively Histah shuddered and relaxed, tensed and relaxed again, whipping
and striking with his great body; but no longer sentient or sensible. Histah was
dead, but in his death throes he might easily dispatch a dozen apes or men.
Quickly Tarzan seized Teeka and dragged her from the loosened embrace, dropping
her to the ground beneath, then he extricated the balu and tossed it to its
mother. Still Histah whipped about, clinging to the ape-man; but after a dozen
efforts Tarzan succeeded in wriggling free and leaping to the ground out of
range of the mighty battering of the dying snake.
A circle of apes surrounded the scene of the battle; but the moment that Tarzan
broke safely from the enemy they turned silently away to resume their
interrupted feeding, and Teeka turned with them, apparently forgetful of all but
her balu and the fact that when the interruption had occurred she just had
discovered an ingeniously hidden nest containing three perfectly good eggs.
Tarzan, equally indifferent to a battle that was over, merely cast a parting
glance at the still writhing body of Histah and wandered off toward the little
pool which served to water the tribe at this point. Strangely, he did not give
the victory cry over the vanquished Histah. Why, he could not have told you,
other than that to him Histah was not an animal. He differed in some peculiar
way from the other denizens of the jungle. Tarzan only knew that he hated him.
At the pool Tarzan drank his fill and lay stretched upon the soft grass beneath
the shade of a tree. His mind reverted to the battle with Histah, the snake. It
seemed strange to him that Teeka should have placed herself within the folds of
the horrid monster. Why had she done it? Why, indeed, had he? Teeka did not
belong to him, nor did Teeka's balu. They were both Taug's. Why then had he done
this thing? Histah was not food for him when he was dead. There seemed to
Tarzan, now that he gave the matter thought, no reason in the world why he
should have done the thing he did, and presently it occurred to him that he had
acted almost involuntarily, just as he had acted when he had released the old
Gomangani the previous evening.
What made him do such things? Somebody more powerful than he must force him to
act at times. "All-powerful," thought Tarzan. "The little bugs say that God is
all-powerful. It must be that God made me do these things, for I never did them
by myself. It was God who made Teeka rush upon Histah. Teeka would never go near
Histah of her own volition. It was God who held my knife from the throat of the
old Gomangani. God accomplishes strange things for he is 'all-powerful.' I
cannot see Him; but I know that it must be God who does these things. No
Mangani, no Gomangani, no Tarmangani could do them."
And the flowers—who made them grow? Ah, now it was all explained—the flowers,
the trees, the moon, the sun, himself, every living creature in the jungle—they
were all made by God out of nothing.
And what was God? What did God look like? Of that he had no conception; but he
was sure that everything that was good came from God. His good act in refraining
from slaying the poor, defenseless old Gomangani; Teeka's love that had hurled
her into the embrace of death; his own loyalty to Teeka which had jeopardized
his life that she might live. The flowers and the trees were good and beautiful.
God had made them. He made the other creatures, too, that each might have food
upon which to live. He had made Sheeta, the panther, with his beautiful coat;
and Numa, the lion, with his noble head and his shaggy mane. He had made Bara,
the deer, lovely and graceful.
Yes, Tarzan had found God, and he spent the whole day in attributing to Him all
of the good and beautiful things of nature; but there was one thing which
troubled him. He could not quite reconcile it to his conception of his new-found
Who made Histah, the snake?
Tarzan and the Black Boy
TARZAN OF THE Apes sat at the foot of a great tree braiding a new grass rope.
Beside him lay the frayed remnants of the old one, torn and severed by the fangs
and talons of Sheeta, the panther. Only half the original rope was there, the
balance having been carried off by the angry cat as he bounded away through the
jungle with the noose still about his savage neck and the loose end dragging
among the underbrush.
Tarzan smiled as he recalled Sheeta's great rage, his frantic efforts to free
himself from the entangling strands, his uncanny screams that were part hate,
part anger, part terror. He smiled in retrospection at the discomfiture of his
enemy, and in anticipation of another day as he added an extra strand to his new
This would be the strongest, the heaviest rope that Tarzan of the Apes ever had
fashioned. Visions of Numa, the lion, straining futilely in its embrace thrilled
the ape-man. He was quite content, for his hands and his brain were busy.
Content, too, were his fellows of the tribe of Kerchak, searching for food in
the clearing and the surrounding trees about him. No perplexing thoughts of the
future burdened their minds, and only occasionally, dimly arose recollections of
the near past. They were stimulated to a species of brutal content by the
delectable business of filling their bellies. Afterward they would sleep—it was
their life, and they enjoyed it as we enjoy ours, you and I—as Tarzan enjoyed
his. Possibly they enjoyed theirs more than we enjoy ours, for who shall say
that the beasts of the jungle do not better fulfill the purposes for which they
are created than does man with his many excursions into strange fields and his
contraventions of the laws of nature? And what gives greater content and greater
happiness than the fulfilling of a destiny?
As Tarzan worked, Gazan, Teeka's little balu, played about him while Teeka
sought food upon the opposite side of the clearing. No more did Teeka, the
mother, or Taug, the sullen sire, harbor suspicions of Tarzan's intentions
toward their first-born. Had he not courted death to save their Gazan from the
fangs and talons of Sheeta? Did he not fondle and cuddle the little one with
even as great a show of affection as Teeka herself displayed? Their fears were
allayed and Tarzan now found himself often in the role of nursemaid to a tiny
anthropoid—an avocation which he found by no means irksome, since Gazan was a
never-failing fount of surprises and entertainment.
Just now the apeling was developing those arboreal tendencies which were to
stand him in such good stead during the years of his youth, when rapid flight
into the upper terraces was of far more importance and value than his
undeveloped muscles and untried fighting fangs. Backing off fifteen or twenty
feet from the bole of the tree beneath the branches of which Tarzan worked upon
his rope, Gazan scampered quickly forward, scrambling nimbly upward to the lower
limbs. Here he would squat for a moment or two, quite proud of his achievement,
then clamber to the ground again and repeat. Sometimes, quite often in fact, for
he was an ape, his attention was distracted by other things, a beetle, a
caterpillar, a tiny field mouse, and off he would go in pursuit; the
caterpillars he always caught, and sometimes the beetles; but the field mice,
Now he discovered the tail of the rope upon which Tarzan was working. Grasping
it in one small hand he bounced away, for all the world like an animated rubber
ball, snatching it from the ape-man's hand and running off across the clearing.
Tarzan leaped to his feet and was in pursuit in an instant, no trace of anger on
his face or in his voice as he called to the roguish little balu to drop his
Straight toward his mother raced Gazan, and after him came Tarzan. Teeka looked
up from her feeding, and in the first instant that she realized that Gazan was
fleeing and that another was in pursuit, she bared her fangs and bristled; but
when she saw that the pursuer was Tarzan she turned back to the business that
had been occupying her attention. At her very feet the ape-man overhauled the
balu and, though the youngster squealed and fought when Tarzan seized him, Teeka
only glanced casually in their direction. No longer did she fear harm to her
first-born at the hands of the ape-man. Had he not saved Gazan on two occasions?
Rescuing his rope, Tarzan returned to his tree and resumed his labor; but
thereafter it was necessary to watch carefully the playful balu, who was now
possessed to steal it whenever he thought his great, smooth-skinned cousin was
momentarily off his guard.
But even under this handicap Tarzan finally completed the rope, a long, pliant
weapon, stronger than any he ever had made before. The discarded piece of his
former one he gave to Gazan for a plaything, for Tarzan had it in his mind to
instruct Teeka's balu after ideas of his own when the youngster should be old
and strong enough to profit by his precepts. At present the little ape's innate
aptitude for mimicry would be sufficient to familiarize him with Tarzan's ways
and weapons, and so the ape-man swung off into the jungle, his new rope coiled
over one shoulder, while little Gazan hopped about the clearing dragging the old
one after him in childish glee.
As Tarzan traveled, dividing his quest for food with one for a sufficiently
noble quarry whereupon to test his new weapon, his mind often was upon Gazan.
The ape-man had realized a deep affection for Teeka's balu almost from the
first, partly because the child belonged to Teeka, his first love, and partly
for the little ape's own sake, and Tarzan's human longing for some sentient
creature upon which to expend those natural affections of the soul which are
inherent to all normal members of the GENUS HOMO. Tarzan envied Teeka. It was
true that Gazan evidenced a considerable reciprocation of Tarzan's fondness for
him, even preferring him to his own surly sire; but to Teeka the little one
turned when in pain or terror, when tired or hungry. Then it was that Tarzan
felt quite alone in the world and longed desperately for one who should turn
first to him for succor and protection.
Taug had Teeka; Teeka had Gazan; and nearly every other bull and cow of the
tribe of Kerchak had one or more to love and by whom to be loved. Of course
Tarzan could scarcely formulate the thought in precisely this way—he only knew
that he craved something which was denied him; something which seemed to be
represented by those relations which existed between Teeka and her balu, and so
he envied Teeka and longed for a balu of his own.
He saw Sheeta and his mate with their little family of three; and deeper inland
toward the rocky hills, where one might lie up during the heat of the day, in
the dense shade of a tangled thicket close under the cool face of an overhanging
rock, Tarzan had found the lair of Numa, the lion, and of Sabor, the lioness.
Here he had watched them with their little balus—playful creatures, spotted
leopard-like. And he had seen the young fawn with Bara, the deer, and with Buto,
the rhinoceros, its ungainly little one. Each of the creatures of the jungle had
its own—except Tarzan. It made the ape-man sad to think upon this thing, sad and
lonely; but presently the scent of game cleared his young mind of all other
considerations, as catlike he crawled far out upon a bending limb above the game
trail which led down to the ancient watering place of the wild things of this
How many thousands of times had this great, old limb bent to the savage form of
some blood-thirsty hunter in the long years that it had spread its leafy
branches above the deep-worn jungle path! Tarzan, the ape-man, Sheeta, the
panther, and Histah, the snake, it knew well. They had worn smooth the bark upon
its upper surface.
Today it was Horta, the boar, which came down toward the watcher in the old
tree—Horta, the boar, whose formidable tusks and diabolical temper preserved him
from all but the most ferocious or most famished of the largest carnivora.
But to Tarzan, meat was meat; naught that was edible or tasty might pass a
hungry Tarzan unchallenged and unattacked. In hunger, as in battle, the ape-man
out-savaged the dreariest denizens of the jungle. He knew neither fear nor
mercy, except upon rare occasions when some strange, inexplicable force stayed
his hand—a force inexplicable to him, perhaps, because of his ignorance of his
own origin and of all the forces of humanitarianism and civilization that were
his rightful heritage because of that origin.
So today, instead of staying his hand until a less formidable feast found its
way toward him, Tarzan dropped his new noose about the neck of Horta, the boar.
It was an excellent test for the untried strands. The angered boar bolted this
way and that; but each time the new rope held him where Tarzan had made it fast
about the stem of the tree above the branch from which he had cast it.
As Horta grunted and charged, slashing the sturdy jungle patriarch with his
mighty tusks until the bark flew in every direction, Tarzan dropped to the
ground behind him. In the ape-man's hand was the long, keen blade that had been
his constant companion since that distant day upon which chance had directed its
point into the body of Bolgani, the gorilla, and saved the torn and bleeding
man-child from what else had been certain death.
Tarzan walked in toward Horta, who swung now to face his enemy. Mighty and
muscled as was the young giant, it yet would have appeared but the maddest folly
for him to face so formidable a creature as Horta, the boar, armed only with a
slender hunting knife. So it would have seemed to one who knew Horta even
slightly and Tarzan not at all.
For a moment Horta stood motionless facing the ape-man. His wicked, deep-set
eyes flashed angrily. He shook his lowered head.
"Mud-eater!" jeered the ape-man. "Wallower in filth. Even your meat stinks, but
it is juicy and makes Tarzan strong. Today I shall eat your heart, O Lord of the
Great Tusks, that it shall keep savage that which pounds against my own ribs."
Horta, understanding nothing of what Tarzan said, was none the less enraged
because of that. He saw only a naked man-thing, hairless and futile, pitting his
puny fangs and soft muscles against his own indomitable savagery, and he
Tarzan of the Apes waited until the upcut of a wicked tusk would have laid open
his thigh, then he moved—just the least bit to one side; but so quickly that
lightning was a sluggard by comparison, and as he moved, he stooped low and with
all the great power of his right arm drove the long blade of his father's
hunting knife straight into the heart of Horta, the boar. A quick leap carried
him from the zone of the creature's death throes, and a moment later the hot and
dripping heart of Horta was in his grasp.
His hunger satisfied, Tarzan did not seek a lying-up place for sleep, as was
sometimes his way, but continued on through the jungle more in search of
adventure than of food, for today he was restless. And so it came that he turned
his footsteps toward the village of Mbonga, the black chief, whose people Tarzan
had baited remorselessly since that day upon which Kulonga, the chief's son, had
A river winds close beside the village of the black men. Tarzan reached its side
a little below the clearing where squat the thatched huts of the Negroes. The
river life was ever fascinating to the ape-man. He found pleasure in watching
the ungainly antics of Duro, the hippopotamus, and keen sport in tormenting the
sluggish crocodile, Gimla, as he basked in the sun. Then, too, there were the
shes and the balus of the black men of the Gomangani to frighten as they
squatted by the river, the shes with their meager washing, the balus with their
This day he came upon a woman and her child farther down stream than usual. The
former was searching for a species of shellfish which was to be found in the mud
close to the river bank. She was a young black woman of about thirty. Her teeth
were filed to sharp points, for her people ate the flesh of man. Her under lip
was slit that it might support a rude pendant of copper which she had worn for
so many years that the lip had been dragged downward to prodigious lengths,
exposing the teeth and gums of her lower jaw. Her nose, too, was slit, and
through the slit was a wooden skewer. Metal ornaments dangled from her ears, and
upon her forehead and cheeks; upon her chin and the bridge of her nose were
tattooings in colors that were mellowed now by age. She was naked except for a
girdle of grasses about her waist. Altogether she was very beautiful in her own
estimation and even in the estimation of the men of Mbonga's tribe, though she
was of another people—a trophy of war seized in her maidenhood by one of
Mbonga's fighting men.
Her child was a boy of ten, lithe, straight and, for a black, handsome. Tarzan
looked upon the two from the concealing foliage of a near-by bush. He was about
to leap forth before them with a terrifying scream, that he might enjoy the
spectacle of their terror and their incontinent flight; but of a sudden a new
whim seized him. Here was a balu fashioned as he himself was fashioned. Of
course this one's skin was black; but what of it? Tarzan had never seen a white
man. In so far as he knew, he was the sole representative of that strange form
of life upon the earth. The black boy should make an excellent balu for Tarzan,
since he had none of his own. He would tend him carefully, feed him well,
protect him as only Tarzan of the Apes could protect his own, and teach him out
of his half human, half bestial lore the secrets of the jungle from its rotting
surface vegetation to the high tossed pinnacles of the forest's upper terraces.
* * *
Tarzan uncoiled his rope, and shook out the noose. The two before him, all
ignorant of the near presence of that terrifying form, continued preoccupied in
the search for shellfish, poking about in the mud with short sticks.
Tarzan stepped from the jungle behind them; his noose lay open upon the ground
beside him. There was a quick movement of the right arm and the noose rose
gracefully into the air, hovered an instant above the head of the unsuspecting
youth, then settled. As it encompassed his body below the shoulders, Tarzan gave
a quick jerk that tightened it about the boy's arms, pinioning them to his
sides. A scream of terror broke from the lad's lips, and as his mother turned,
affrighted at his cry, she saw him being dragged quickly toward a great white
giant who stood just beneath the shade of a near-by tree, scarcely a dozen long
paces from her.
With a savage cry of terror and rage, the woman leaped fearlessly toward the
ape-man. In her mien Tarzan saw determination and courage which would shrink not
even from death itself. She was very hideous and frightful even when her face
was in repose; but convulsed by passion, her expression became terrifyingly
fiendish. Even the ape-man drew back, but more in revulsion than fear—fear he
Biting and kicking was the black she's balu as Tarzan tucked him beneath his arm
and vanished into the branches hanging low above him, just as the infuriated
mother dashed forward to seize and do battle with him. And as he melted away
into the depth of the jungle with his still struggling prize, he meditated upon
the possibilities which might lie in the prowess of the Gomangani were the hes
as formidable as the shes.
Once at a safe distance from the despoiled mother and out of earshot of her
screams and menaces, Tarzan paused to inspect his prize, now so thoroughly
terrorized that he had ceased his struggles and his outcries.
The frightened child rolled his eyes fearfully toward his captor, until the
whites showed gleaming all about the irises.
"I am Tarzan," said the ape-man, in the vernacular of the anthropoids. "I will
not harm you. You are to be Tarzan's balu. Tarzan will protect you. He will feed
you. The best in the jungle shall be for Tarzan's balu, for Tarzan is a mighty
hunter. None need you fear, not even Numa, the lion, for Tarzan is a mighty
fighter. None so great as Tarzan, son of Kala. Do not fear."
But the child only whimpered and trembled, for he did not understand the tongue
of the great apes, and the voice of Tarzan sounded to him like the barking and
growling of a beast. Then, too, he had heard stories of this bad, white forest
god. It was he who had slain Kulonga and others of the warriors of Mbonga, the
chief. It was he who entered the village stealthily, by magic, in the darkness
of the night, to steal arrows and poison, and frighten the women and the
children and even the great warriors. Doubtless this wicked god fed upon little
boys. Had his mother not said as much when he was naughty and she threatened to
give him to the white god of the jungle if he were not good? Little black Tibo
shook as with ague.
"Are you cold, Go-bu-balu?" asked Tarzan, using the simian equivalent of black
he-baby in lieu of a better name. "The sun is hot; why do you shiver?"
Tibo could not understand; but he cried for his mamma and begged the great,
white god to let him go, promising always to be a good boy thereafter if his
plea were granted. Tarzan shook his head. Not a word could he understand. This
would never do! He must teach Go-bu-balu a language which sounded like talk. It
was quite certain to Tarzan that Go-bu-balu's speech was not talk at all. It
sounded quite as senseless as the chattering of the silly birds. It would be
best, thought the ape-man, quickly to get him among the tribe of Kerchak where
he would hear the Mangani talking among themselves. Thus he would soon learn an
intelligible form of speech.
Tarzan rose to his feet upon the swaying branch where he had halted far above
the ground, and motioned to the child to follow him; but Tibo only clung tightly
to the bole of the tree and wept. Being a boy, and a native African, he had, of
course, climbed into trees many times before this; but the idea of racing off
through the forest, leaping from one branch to another, as his captor, to his
horror, had done when he had carried Tibo away from his mother, filled his
childish heart with terror.
Tarzan sighed. His newly acquired balu had much indeed to learn. It was pitiful
that a balu of his size and strength should be so backward. He tried to coax
Tibo to follow him; but the child dared not, so Tarzan picked him up and carried
him upon his back. Tibo no longer scratched or bit. Escape seemed impossible.
Even now, were he set upon the ground, the chance was remote, he knew, that he
could find his way back to the village of Mbonga, the chief. Even if he could,
there were the lions and the leopards and the hyenas, any one of which, as Tibo
was well aware, was particularly fond of the meat of little black boys.
So far the terrible white god of the jungle had offered him no harm. He could
not expect even this much consideration from the frightful, green-eyed
man-eaters. It would be the lesser of two evils, then, to let the white god
carry him away without scratching and biting, as he had done at first.
As Tarzan swung rapidly through the trees, little Tibo closed his eyes in terror
rather than look longer down into the frightful abysses beneath. Never before in
all his life had Tibo been so frightened, yet as the white giant sped on with
him through the forest there stole over the child an inexplicable sensation of
security as he saw how true were the leaps of the ape-man, how unerring his
grasp upon the swaying limbs which gave him hand-hold, and then, too, there was
safety in the middle terraces of the forest, far above the reach of the dreaded
And so Tarzan came to the clearing where the tribe fed, dropping among them with
his new balu clinging tightly to his shoulders. He was fairly in the midst of
them before Tibo spied a single one of the great hairy forms, or before the apes
realized that Tarzan was not alone. When they saw the little Gomangani perched
upon his back some of them came forward in curiosity with upcurled lips and
An hour before little Tibo would have said that he knew the uttermost depths of
fear; but now, as he saw these fearsome beasts surrounding him, he realized that
all that had gone before was as nothing by comparison. Why did the great white
giant stand there so unconcernedly? Why did he not flee before these horrid,
hairy, tree men fell upon them both and tore them to pieces? And then there came
to Tibo a numbing recollection. It was none other than the story he had heard
passed from mouth to mouth, fearfully, by the people of Mbonga, the chief, that
this great white demon of the jungle was naught other than a hairless ape, for
had not he been seen in company with these?
Tibo could only stare in wide-eyed horror at the approaching apes. He saw their
beetling brows, their great fangs, their wicked eyes. He noted their mighty
muscles rolling beneath their shaggy hides. Their every attitude and expression
was a menace. Tarzan saw this, too. He drew Tibo around in front of him.
"This is Tarzan's Go-bu-balu," he said. "Do not harm him, or Tarzan will kill
you," and he bared his own fangs in the teeth of the nearest ape.
"It is a Gomangani," replied the ape. "Let me kill it. It is a Gomangani. The
Gomangani are our enemies. Let me kill it."
"Go away," snarled Tarzan. "I tell you, Gunto, it is Tarzan's balu. Go away or
Tarzan will kill you," and the ape-man took a step toward the advancing ape.
The latter sidled off, quite stiff and haughty, after the manner of a dog which
meets another and is too proud to fight and too fearful to turn his back and
Next came Teeka, prompted by curiosity. At her side skipped little Gazan. They
were filled with wonder like the others; but Teeka did not bare her fangs.
Tarzan saw this and motioned that she approach.
"Tarzan has a balu now," he said. "He and Teeka's balu can play together."
"It is a Gomangani," replied Teeka. "It will kill my balu. Take it away,
Tarzan laughed. "It could not harm Pamba, the rat," he said. "It is but a little
balu and very frightened. Let Gazan play with it."
Teeka still was fearful, for with all their mighty ferocity the great
anthropoids are timid; but at last, assured by her great confidence in Tarzan,
she pushed Gazan forward toward the little black boy. The small ape, guided by
instinct, drew back toward its mother, baring its small fangs and screaming in
mingled fear and rage.
Tibo, too, showed no signs of desiring a closer acquaintance with Gazan, so
Tarzan gave up his efforts for the time.
During the week which followed, Tarzan found his time much occupied. His balu
was a greater responsibility than he had counted upon. Not for a moment did he
dare leave it, since of all the tribe, Teeka alone could have been depended upon
to refrain from slaying the hapless black had it not been for Tarzan's constant
watchfulness. When the ape-man hunted, he must carry Go-bu-balu about with him.
It was irksome, and then the little black seemed so stupid and fearful to
Tarzan. It was quite helpless against even the lesser of the jungle creatures.
Tarzan wondered how it had survived at all. He tried to teach it, and found a
ray of hope in the fact that Go-bu-balu had mastered a few words of the language
of the anthropoids, and that he could now cling to a high-tossed branch without
screaming in fear; but there was something about the child which worried Tarzan.
He often had watched the blacks within their village. He had seen the children
playing, and always there had been much laughter; but little Go-bu-balu never
laughed. It was true that Tarzan himself never laughed. Upon occasion he smiled,
grimly, but to laughter he was a stranger. The black, however, should have
laughed, reasoned the ape-man. It was the way of the Gomangani.
Also, he saw that the little fellow often refused food and was growing thinner
day by day. At times he surprised the boy sobbing softly to himself. Tarzan
tried to comfort him, even as fierce Kala had comforted Tarzan when the ape-man
was a balu, but all to no avail. Go-bu-balu merely no longer feared Tarzan—that
was all. He feared every other living thing within the jungle. He feared the
jungle days with their long excursions through the dizzy tree tops. He feared
the jungle nights with their swaying, perilous couches far above the ground, and
the grunting and coughing of the great carnivora prowling beneath him.
Tarzan did not know what to do. His heritage of English blood rendered it a
difficult thing even to consider a surrender of his project, though he was
forced to admit to himself that his balu was not all that he had hoped. Though
he was faithful to his self-imposed task, and even found that he had grown to
like Go-bu-balu, he could not deceive himself into believing that he felt for it
that fierce heat of passionate affection which Teeka revealed for Gazan, and
which the black mother had shown for Go-bu-balu.
The little black boy from cringing terror at the sight of Tarzan passed by
degrees into trustfulness and admiration. Only kindness had he ever received at
the hands of the great white devil-god, yet he had seen with what ferocity his
kindly captor could deal with others. He had seen him leap upon a certain he-ape
which persisted in attempting to seize and slay Go-bu-balu. He had seen the
strong, white teeth of the ape-man fastened in the neck of his adversary, and
the mighty muscles tensed in battle. He had heard the savage, bestial snarls and
roars of combat, and he had realized with a shudder that he could not
differentiate between those of his guardian and those of the hairy ape.
He had seen Tarzan bring down a buck, just as Numa, the lion, might have done,
leaping upon its back and fastening his fangs in the creature's neck. Tibo had
shuddered at the sight, but he had thrilled, too, and for the first time there
entered his dull, Negroid mind a vague desire to emulate his savage foster
parent. But Tibo, the little black boy, lacked the divine spark which had
permitted Tarzan, the white boy, to benefit by his training in the ways of the
fierce jungle. In imagination he was wanting, and imagination is but another
name for super-intelligence.
Imagination it is which builds bridges, and cities, and empires. The beasts know
it not, the blacks only a little, while to one in a hundred thousand of earth's
dominant race it is given as a gift from heaven that man may not perish from the
While Tarzan pondered his problem concerning the future of his balu, Fate was
arranging to take the matter out of his hands. Momaya, Tibo's mother,
grief-stricken at the loss of her boy, had consulted the tribal witch-doctor,
but to no avail. The medicine he made was not good medicine, for though Momaya
paid him two goats for it, it did not bring back Tibo, nor even indicate where
she might search for him with reasonable assurance of finding him. Momaya, being
of a short temper and of another people, had little respect for the witch-doctor
of her husband's tribe, and so, when he suggested that a further payment of two
more fat goats would doubtless enable him to make stronger medicine, she
promptly loosed her shrewish tongue upon him, and with such good effect that he
was glad to take himself off with his zebra's tail and his pot of magic.
When he had gone and Momaya had succeeded in partially subduing her anger, she
gave herself over to thought, as she so often had done since the abduction of
her Tibo, in the hope that she finally might discover some feasible means of
locating him, or at least assuring herself as to whether he were alive or dead.
It was known to the blacks that Tarzan did not eat the flesh of man, for he had
slain more than one of their number, yet never tasted the flesh of any. Too, the
bodies always had been found, sometimes dropping as though from the clouds to
alight in the center of the village. As Tibo's body had not been found, Momaya
argued that he still lived, but where?
Then it was that there came to her mind a recollection of Bukawai, the unclean,
who dwelt in a cave in the hillside to the north, and who it was well known
entertained devils in his evil lair. Few, if any, had the temerity to visit old
Bukawai, firstly because of fear of his black magic and the two hyenas who dwelt
with him and were commonly known to be devils masquerading, and secondly because
of the loathsome disease which had caused Bukawai to be an outcast—a disease
which was slowly eating away his face.
Now it was that Momaya reasoned shrewdly that if any might know the whereabouts
of her Tibo, it would be Bukawai, who was in friendly intercourse with gods and
demons, since a demon or a god it was who had stolen her baby; but even her
great mother love was sorely taxed to find the courage to send her forth into
the black jungle toward the distant hills and the uncanny abode of Bukawai, the
unclean, and his devils.
Mother love, however, is one of the human passions which closely approximates to
the dignity of an irresistible force. It drives the frail flesh of weak women to
deeds of heroic measure. Momaya was neither frail nor weak, physically, but she
was a woman, an ignorant, superstitious, African savage. She believed in devils,
in black magic, and in witchcraft. To Momaya, the jungle was inhabited by far
more terrifying things than lions and leopards—horrifying, nameless things which
possessed the power of wreaking frightful harm under various innocent guises.
From one of the warriors of the village, whom she knew to have once stumbled
upon the lair of Bukawai, the mother of Tibo learned how she might find it—near
a spring of water which rose in a small rocky cañon between two hills, the
easternmost of which was easily recognizable because of a huge granite boulder
which rested upon its summit. The westerly hill was lower than its companion,
and was quite bare of vegetation except for a single mimosa tree which grew just
a little below its summit.
These two hills, the man assured her, could be seen for some distance before she
reached them, and together formed an excellent guide to her destination. He
warned her, however, to abandon so foolish and dangerous an adventure,
emphasizing what she already quite well knew, that if she escaped harm at the
hands of Bukawai and his demons, the chances were that she would not be so
fortunate with the great carnivora of the jungle through which she must pass
going and returning.
The warrior even went to Momaya's husband, who, in turn, having little authority
over the vixenish lady of his choice, went to Mbonga, the chief. The latter
summoned Momaya, threatening her with the direst punishment should she venture
forth upon so unholy an excursion. The old chief's interest in the matter was
due solely to that age-old alliance which exists between church and state. The
local witch-doctor, knowing his own medicine better than any other knew it, was
jealous of all other pretenders to accomplishments in the black art. He long had
heard of the power of Bukawai, and feared lest, should he succeed in recovering
Momaya's lost child, much of the tribal patronage and consequent fees would be
diverted to the unclean one. As Mbonga received, as chief, a certain proportion
of the witch-doctor's fees and could expect nothing from Bukawai, his heart and
soul were, quite naturally, wrapped up in the orthodox church.
But if Momaya could view with intrepid heart an excursion into the jungle and a
visit to the fear-haunted abode of Bukawai, she was not likely to be deterred by
threats of future punishment at the hands of old Mbonga, whom she secretly
despised. Yet she appeared to accede to his injunctions, returning to her hut in
She would have preferred starting upon her quest by day-light, but this was now
out of the question, since she must carry food and a weapon of some sort—things
which she never could pass out of the village with by day without being
subjected to curious questioning that surely would come immediately to the ears
So Momaya bided her time until night, and just before the gates of the village
were closed, she slipped through into the darkness and the jungle. She was much
frightened, but she set her face resolutely toward the north, and though she
paused often to listen, breathlessly, for the huge cats which, here, were her
greatest terror, she nevertheless continued her way staunchly for several hours,
until a low moan a little to her right and behind her brought her to a sudden
With palpitating heart the woman stood, scarce daring to breathe, and then, very
faintly but unmistakable to her keen ears, came the stealthy crunching of twigs
and grasses beneath padded feet.
All about Momaya grew the giant trees of the tropical jungle, festooned with
hanging vines and mosses. She seized upon the nearest and started to clamber,
apelike, to the branches above. As she did so, there was a sudden rush of a
great body behind her, a menacing roar that caused the earth to tremble, and
something crashed into the very creepers to which she was clinging—but below
Momaya drew herself to safety among the leafy branches and thanked the foresight
which had prompted her to bring along the dried human ear which hung from a cord
about her neck. She always had known that that ear was good medicine. It had
been given her, when a girl, by the witch-doctor of her town tribe, and was
nothing like the poor, weak medicine of Mbonga's witch-doctor.
All night Momaya clung to her perch, for although the lion sought other prey
after a short time, she dared not descend into the darkness again, for fear she
might encounter him or another of his kind; but at daylight she clambered down
and resumed her way.
Tarzan of the Apes, finding that his balu never ceased to give evidence of
terror in the presence of the apes of the tribe, and also that most of the adult
apes were a constant menace to Go-bu-balu's life, so that Tarzan dared not leave
him alone with them, took to hunting with the little black boy farther and
farther from the stamping grounds of the anthropoids.
Little by little his absences from the tribe grew in length as he wandered
farther away from them, until finally he found himself a greater distance to the
north than he ever before had hunted, and with water and ample game and fruit,
he felt not at all inclined to return to the tribe.
Little Go-bu-balu gave evidences of a greater interest in life, an interest
which varied in direct proportion to the distance he was from the apes of
Kerchak. He now trotted along behind Tarzan when the ape-man went upon the
ground, and in the trees he even did his best to follow his mighty foster
parent. The boy was still sad and lonely. His thin, little body had grown
steadily thinner since he had come among the apes, for while, as a young
cannibal, he was not overnice in the matter of diet, he found it not always to
his taste to stomach the weird things which tickled the palates of epicures
among the apes.
His large eyes were very large indeed now, his cheeks sunken, and every rib of
his emaciated body plainly discernible to whomsoever should care to count them.
Constant terror, perhaps, had had as much to do with his physical condition as
had improper food. Tarzan noticed the change and was worried. He had hoped to
see his balu wax sturdy and strong. His disappointment was great. In only one
respect did Go-bu-balu seem to progress—he readily was mastering the language of
the apes. Even now he and Tarzan could converse in a fairly satisfactory manner
by supplementing the meager ape speech with signs; but for the most part,
Go-bu-balu was silent other than to answer questions put to him. His great
sorrow was yet too new and too poignant to be laid aside even momentarily.
Always he pined for Momaya—shrewish, hideous, repulsive, perhaps, she would have
been to you or me, but to Tibo she was mamma, the personification of that one
great love which knows no selfishness and which does not consume itself in its
As the two hunted, or rather as Tarzan hunted and Go-bu-balu tagged along in his
wake, the ape-man noticed many things and thought much. Once they came upon
Sabor moaning in the tall grasses. About her romped and played two little balls
of fur, but her eyes were for one which lay between her great forepaws and did
not romp, one who never would romp again.
Tarzan read aright the anguish and the suffering of the huge mother cat. He had
been minded to bait her. It was to do this that he had sneaked silently through
the trees until he had come almost above her, but something held the ape-man as
he saw the lioness grieving over her dead cub. With the acquisition of
Go-bu-balu, Tarzan had come to realize the responsibilities and sorrows of
parentage, without its joys. His heart went out to Sabor as it might not have
done a few weeks before. As he watched her, there rose quite unbidden before him
a vision of Momaya, the skewer through the septum of her nose, her pendulous
under lip sagging beneath the weight which dragged it down. Tarzan saw not her
unloveliness; he saw only the same anguish that was Sabor's, and he winced. That
strange functioning of the mind which sometimes is called association of ideas
snapped Teeka and Gazan before the ape-man's mental vision. What if one should
come and take Gazan from Teeka. Tarzan uttered a low and ominous growl as though
Gazan were his own. Go-bu-balu glanced here and there apprehensively, thinking
that Tarzan had espied an enemy. Sabor sprang suddenly to her feet, her
yellow-green eyes blazing, her tail lashing as she cocked her ears, and raising
her muzzle, sniffed the air for possible danger. The two little cubs, which had
been playing, scampered quickly to her, and standing beneath her, peered out
from between her forelegs, their big ears upstanding, their little heads cocked
first upon one side and then upon the other.
With a shake of his black shock, Tarzan turned away and resumed his hunting in
another direction; but all day there rose one after another, above the threshold
of his objective mind, memory portraits of Sabor, of Momaya, and of Teeka—a
lioness, a cannibal, and a she-ape, yet to the ape-man they were identical
It was noon of the third day when Momaya came within sight of the cave of
Bukawai, the unclean. The old witch-doctor had rigged a framework of interlaced
boughs to close the mouth of the cave from predatory beasts. This was now set to
one side, and the black cavern beyond yawned mysterious and repellent. Momaya
shivered as from a cold wind of the rainy season. No sign of life appeared about
the cave, yet Momaya experienced that uncanny sensation as of unseen eyes
regarding her malevolently. Again she shuddered. She tried to force her
unwilling feet onward toward the cave, when from its depths issued an uncanny
sound that was neither brute nor human, a weird sound that was akin to mirthless
With a stifled scream, Momaya turned and fled into the jungle. For a hundred
yards she ran before she could control her terror, and then she paused,
listening. Was all her labor, were all the terrors and dangers through which she
had passed to go for naught? She tried to steel herself to return to the cave,
but again fright overcame her.
Saddened, disheartened, she turned slowly upon the back trail toward the village
of Mbonga. Her young shoulders now were drooped like those of an old woman who
bears a great burden of many years with their accumulated pains and sorrows, and
she walked with tired feet and a halting step. The spring of youth was gone from
For another hundred yards she dragged her weary way, her brain half paralyzed
from dumb terror and suffering, and then there came to her the memory of a
little babe that suckled at her breast, and of a slim boy who romped, laughing,
about her, and they were both Tibo—her Tibo!
Her shoulders straightened. She shook her savage head, and she turned about and
walked boldly back to the mouth of the cave of Bukawai, the unclean—of Bukawai,
Again, from the interior of the cave came the hideous laughter that was not
laughter. This time Momaya recognized it for what it was, the strange cry of a
hyena. No more did she shudder, but she held her spear ready and called aloud to
Bukawai to come out.
Instead of Bukawai came the repulsive head of a hyena. Momaya poked at it with
her spear, and the ugly, sullen brute drew back with an angry growl. Again
Momaya called Bukawai by name, and this time there came an answer in mumbling
tones that were scarce more human than those of the beast.
"Who comes to Bukawai?" queried the voice.
"It is Momaya," replied the woman; "Momaya from the village of Mbonga, the
"What do you want?"
"I want good medicine, better medicine than Mbonga's witch-doctor can make,"
replied Momaya. "The great, white, jungle god has stolen my Tibo, and I want
medicine to bring him back, or to find where he is hidden that I may go and get
"Who is Tibo?" asked Bukawai.
Momaya told him.
"Bukawai's medicine is very strong," said the voice. "Five goats and a new
sleeping mat are scarce enough in exchange for Bukawai's medicine."
"Two goats are enough," said Momaya, for the spirit of barter is strong in the
breasts of the blacks.
The pleasure of haggling over the price was a sufficiently potent lure to draw
Bukawai to the mouth of the cave. Momaya was sorry when she saw him that he had
not remained within. There are some things too horrible, too hideous, too
repulsive for description—Bukawai's face was of these. When Momaya saw him she
understood why it was that he was almost inarticulate.
Beside him were two hyenas, which rumor had said were his only and constant
companions. They made an excellent trio—the most repulsive of beasts with the
most repulsive of humans.
"Five goats and a new sleeping mat," mumbled Bukawai.
"Two fat goats and a sleeping mat." Momaya raised her bid; but Bukawai was
obdurate. He stuck for the five goats and the sleeping mat for a matter of half
an hour, while the hyenas sniffed and growled and laughed hideously. Momaya was
determined to give all that Bukawai asked if she could do no better, but
haggling is second nature to black barterers, and in the end it partly repaid
her, for a compromise finally was reached which included three fat goats, a new
sleeping mat, and a piece of copper wire.
"Come back tonight," said Bukawai, "when the moon is two hours in the sky. Then
will I make the strong medicine which shall bring Tibo back to you. Bring with
you the three fat goats, the new sleeping mat, and the piece of copper wire the
length of a large man's forearm."
"I cannot bring them," said Momaya. "You will have to come after them. When you
have restored Tibo to me, you shall have them all at the village of Mbonga."
Bukawai shook his head.
"I will make no medicine," he said, "until I have the goats and the mat and the
Momaya pleaded and threatened, but all to no avail. Finally, she turned away and
started off through the jungle toward the village of Mbonga. How she could get
three goats and a sleeping mat out of the village and through the jungle to the
cave of Bukawai, she did not know, but that she would do it somehow she was
quite positive—she would do it or die. Tibo must be restored to her.
Tarzan coming lazily through the jungle with little Go-bu-balu, caught the scent
of Bara, the deer. Tarzan hungered for the flesh of Bara. Naught tickled his
palate so greatly; but to stalk Bara with Go-bu-balu at his heels, was out of
the question, so he hid the child in the crotch of a tree where the thick
foliage screened him from view, and set off swiftly and silently upon the spoor
Tibo alone was more terrified than Tibo even among the apes. Real and apparent
dangers are less disconcerting than those which we imagine, and only the gods of
his people knew how much Tibo imagined.
He had been but a short time in his hiding place when he heard something
approaching through the jungle. He crouched closer to the limb upon which he lay
and prayed that Tarzan would return quickly. His wide eyes searched the jungle
in the direction of the moving creature.
What if it was a leopard that had caught his scent! It would be upon him in a
minute. Hot tears flowed from the large eyes of little Tibo. The curtain of
jungle foliage rustled close at hand. The thing was but a few paces from his
tree! His eyes fairly popped from his black face as he watched for the
appearance of the dread creature which presently would thrust a snarling
countenance from between the vines and creepers.
And then the curtain parted and a woman stepped into full view. With a gasping
cry, Tibo tumbled from his perch and raced toward her. Momaya suddenly started
back and raised her spear, but a second later she cast it aside and caught the
thin body in her strong arms.
Crushing it to her, she cried and laughed all at one and the same time, and hot
tears of joy, mingled with the tears of Tibo, trickled down the crease between
her naked breasts.
Disturbed by the noise so close at hand, there arose from his sleep in a near-by
thicket Numa, the lion. He looked through the tangled underbrush and saw the
black woman and her young. He licked his chops and measured the distance between
them and himself. A short charge and a long leap would carry him upon them. He
flicked the end of his tail and sighed.
A vagrant breeze, swirling suddenly in the wrong direction, carried the scent of
Tarzan to the sensitive nostrils of Bara, the deer. There was a startled tensing
of muscles and cocking of ears, a sudden dash, and Tarzan's meat was gone. The
ape-man angrily shook his head and turned back toward the spot where he had left
Go-bu-balu. He came softly, as was his way. Before he reached the spot he heard
strange sounds—the sound of a woman laughing and of a woman weeping, and the two
which seemed to come from one throat were mingled with the convulsive sobbing of
a child. Tarzan hastened, and when Tarzan hastened, only the birds and the wind
And as Tarzan approached the sounds, he heard another, a deep sigh. Momaya did
not hear it, nor did Tibo; but the ears of Tarzan were as the ears of Bara, the
deer. He heard the sigh, and he knew, so he unloosed the heavy spear which
dangled at his back. Even as he sped through the branches of the trees, with the
same ease that you or I might take out a pocket handkerchief as we strolled
nonchalantly down a lazy country lane, Tarzan of the Apes took the spear from
its thong that it might be ready against any emergency.
Numa, the lion, did not rush madly to attack. He reasoned again, and reason told
him that already the prey was his, so he pushed his great bulk through the
foliage and stood eyeing his meat with baleful, glaring eyes.
Momaya saw him and shrieked, drawing Tibo closer to her breast. To have found
her child and to lose him, all in a moment! She raised her spear, throwing her
hand far back of her shoulder. Numa roared and stepped slowly forward. Momaya
cast her weapon. It grazed the tawny shoulder, inflicting a flesh wound which
aroused all the terrific bestiality of the carnivore, and the lion charged.
Momaya tried to close her eyes, but could not. She saw the flashing swiftness of
the huge, oncoming death, and then she saw something else. She saw a mighty,
naked white man drop as from the heavens into the path of the charging lion. She
saw the muscles of a great arm flash in the light of the equatorial sun as it
filtered, dappling, through the foliage above. She saw a heavy hunting spear
hurtle through the air to meet the lion in midleap.
Numa brought up upon his haunches, roaring terribly and striking at the spear
which protruded from his breast. His great blows bent and twisted the weapon.
Tarzan, crouching and with hunting knife in hand, circled warily about the
frenzied cat. Momaya, wide-eyed, stood rooted to the spot, watching, fascinated.
In sudden fury Numa hurled himself toward the ape-man, but the wiry creature
eluded the blundering charge, side-stepping quickly only to rush in upon his
foe. Twice the hunting blade flashed in the air. Twice it fell upon the back of
Numa, already weakening from the spear point so near his heart. The second
stroke of the blade pierced far into the beast's spine, and with a last
convulsive sweep of the fore-paws, in a vain attempt to reach his tormentor,
Numa sprawled upon the ground, paralyzed and dying.
Bukawai, fearful lest he should lose any recompense, followed Momaya with the
intention of persuading her to part with her ornaments of copper and iron
against her return with the price of the medicine—to pay, as it were, for an
option on his services as one pays a retaining fee to an attorney, for, like an
attorney, Bukawai knew the value of his medicine and that it was well to collect
as much as possible in advance.
The witch-doctor came upon the scene as Tarzan leaped to meet the lion's charge.
He saw it all and marveled, guessing immediately that this must be the strange
white demon concerning whom he had heard vague rumors before Momaya came to him.
Momaya, now that the lion was past harming her or hers, gazed with new terror
upon Tarzan. It was he who had stolen her Tibo. Doubtless he would attempt to
steal him again. Momaya hugged the boy close to her. She was determined to die
this time rather than suffer Tibo to be taken from her again.
Tarzan eyed them in silence. The sight of the boy clinging, sobbing, to his
mother aroused within his savage breast a melancholy loneliness. There was none
thus to cling to Tarzan, who yearned so for the love of someone, of something.
At last Tibo looked up, because of the quiet that had fallen upon the jungle,
and saw Tarzan. He did not shrink.
"Tarzan," he said, in the speech of the great apes of the tribe of Kerchak, "do
not take me from Momaya, my mother. Do not take me again to the lair of the
hairy, tree men, for I fear Taug and Gunto and the others. Let me stay with
Momaya, O Tarzan, God of the Jungle! Let me stay with Momaya, my mother, and to
the end of our days we will bless you and put food before the gates of the
village of Mbonga that you may never hunger."
"Go," he said, "back to the village of Mbonga, and Tarzan will follow to see
that no harm befalls you."
Tibo translated the words to his mother, and the two turned their backs upon the
ape-man and started off toward home. In the heart of Momaya was a great fear and
a great exultation, for never before had she walked with God, and never had she
been so happy. She strained little Tibo to her, stroking his thin cheek. Tarzan
saw and sighed again.
"For Teeka there is Teeka's balu," he soliloquized; "for Sabor there are balus,
and for the she-Gomangani, and for Bara, and for Manu, and even for Pamba, the
rat; but for Tarzan there can be none—neither a she nor a balu. Tarzan of the
Apes is a man, and it must be that man walks alone."
Bukawai saw them go, and he mumbled through his rotting face, swearing a great
oath that he would yet have the three fat goats, the new sleeping mat, and the
bit of copper wire.
The Witch-Doctor Seeks Vengeance
LORD GREYSTOKE was hunting, or, to be more accurate, he was shooting pheasants
at Chamston-Hedding. Lord Greystoke was immaculately and appropriately garbed—to
the minutest detail he was vogue. To be sure, he was among the forward guns, not
being considered a sporting shot, but what he lacked in skill he more than made
up in appearance. At the end of the day he would, doubtless, have many birds to
his credit, since he had two guns and a smart loader—many more birds than he
could eat in a year, even had he been hungry, which he was not, having but just
arisen from the breakfast table.
The beaters—there were twenty-three of them, in white smocks—had but just driven
the birds into a patch of gorse, and were now circling to the opposite side that
they might drive down toward the guns. Lord Greystoke was quite as excited as he
ever permitted himself to become. There was an exhilaration in the sport that
would not be denied. He felt his blood tingling through his veins as the beaters
approached closer and closer to the birds. In a vague and stupid sort of way
Lord Greystoke felt, as he always felt upon such occasions, that he was
experiencing a sensation somewhat akin to a reversion to a prehistoric type—that
the blood of an ancient forbear was coursing hot through him, a hairy,
half-naked forbear who had lived by the hunt.
And far away in a matted equatorial jungle another Lord Greystoke, the real Lord
Greystoke, hunted. By the standards which he knew, he, too, was vogue—utterly
vogue, as was the primal ancestor before the first eviction. The day being
sultry, the leopard skin had been left behind. The real Lord Greystoke had not
two guns, to be sure, nor even one, neither did he have a smart loader; but he
possessed something infinitely more efficacious than guns, or loaders, or even
twenty-three beaters in white smocks—he possessed an appetite, an uncanny
woodcraft, and muscles that were as steel springs.
Later that day, in England, a Lord Greystoke ate bountifully of things he had
not killed, and he drank other things which were uncorked to the accompaniment
of much noise. He patted his lips with snowy linen to remove the faint traces of
his repast, quite ignorant of the fact that he was an impostor and that the
rightful owner of his noble title was even then finishing his own dinner in
far-off Africa. He was not using snowy linen, though. Instead he drew the back
of a brown forearm and hand across his mouth and wiped his bloody fingers upon
his thighs. Then he moved slowly through the jungle to the drinking place,
where, upon all fours, he drank as drank his fellows, the other beasts of the
As he quenched his thirst, another denizen of the gloomy forest approached the
stream along the path behind him. It was Numa, the lion, tawny of body and black
of mane, scowling and sinister, rumbling out low, coughing roars. Tarzan of the
Apes heard him long before he came within sight, but the ape-man went on with
his drinking until he had had his fill; then he arose, slowly, with the easy
grace of a creature of the wilds and all the quiet dignity that was his
Numa halted as he saw the man standing at the very spot where the king would
drink. His jaws were parted, and his cruel eyes gleamed. He growled and advanced
slowly. The man growled, too, backing slowly to one side, and watching, not the
lion's face, but its tail. Should that commence to move from side to side in
quick, nervous jerks, it would be well to be upon the alert, and should it rise
suddenly erect, straight and stiff, then one might prepare to fight or flee; but
it did neither, so Tarzan merely backed away and the lion came down and drank
scarce fifty feet from where the man stood.
Tomorrow they might be at one another's throats, but today there existed one of
those strange and inexplicable truces which so often are seen among the savage
ones of the jungle. Before Numa had finished drinking, Tarzan had returned into
the forest, and was swinging away in the direction of the village of Mbonga, the
It had been at least a moon since the ape-man had called upon the Gomangani. Not
since he had restored little Tibo to his grief-stricken mother had the whim
seized him to do so. The incident of the adopted balu was a closed one to
Tarzan. He had sought to find something upon which to lavish such an affection
as Teeka lavished upon her balu, but a short experience of the little black boy
had made it quite plain to the ape-man that no such sentiment could exist
The fact that he had for a time treated the little black as he might have
treated a real balu of his own had in no way altered the vengeful sentiments
with which he considered the murderers of Kala. The Gomangani were his deadly
enemies, nor could they ever be aught else. Today he looked forward to some
slight relief from the monotony of his existence in such excitement as he might
derive from baiting the blacks.
It was not yet dark when he reached the village and took his place in the great
tree overhanging the palisade. From beneath came a great wailing out of the
depths of a near-by hut. The noise fell disagreeably upon Tarzan's ears—it
jarred and grated. He did not like it, so he decided to go away for a while in
the hopes that it might cease; but though he was gone for a couple of hours the
wailing still continued when he returned.
With the intention of putting a violent termination to the annoying sound,
Tarzan slipped silently from the tree into the shadows beneath. Creeping
stealthily and keeping well in the cover of other huts, he approached that from
which rose the sounds of lamentation. A fire burned brightly before the doorway
as it did before other doorways in the village. A few females squatted about,
occasionally adding their own mournful howlings to those of the master artist
The ape-man smiled a slow smile as he thought of the consternation which would
follow the quick leap that would carry him among the females and into the full
light of the fire. Then he would dart into the hut during the excitement,
throttle the chief screamer, and be gone into the jungle before the blacks could
gather their scattered nerves for an assault.
Many times had Tarzan behaved similarly in the village of Mbonga, the chief. His
mysterious and unexpected appearances always filled the breasts of the poor,
superstitious blacks with the panic of terror; never, it seemed, could they
accustom themselves to the sight of him. It was this terror which lent to the
adventures the spice of interest and amusement which the human mind of the
ape-man craved. Merely to kill was not in itself sufficient. Accustomed to the
sight of death, Tarzan found no great pleasure in it. Long since had he avenged
the death of Kala, but in the accomplishment of it, he had learned the
excitement and the pleasure to be derived from the baiting of the blacks. Of
this he never tired.
It was just as he was about to spring forward with a savage roar that a figure
appeared in the doorway of the hut. It was the figure of the wailer whom he had
come to still, the figure of a young woman with a wooden skewer through the
split septum of her nose, with a heavy metal ornament depending from her lower
lip, which it had dragged down to hideous and repulsive deformity, with strange
tattooing upon forehead, cheeks, and breasts, and a wonderful coiffure built up
with mud and wire.
A sudden flare of the fire threw the grotesque figure into high relief, and
Tarzan recognized her as Momaya, the mother of Tibo. The fire also threw out a
fitful flame which carried to the shadows where Tarzan lurked, picking out his
light brown body from the surrounding darkness. Momaya saw him and knew him.
With a cry, she leaped forward and Tarzan came to meet her. The other women,
turning, saw him, too; but they did not come toward him. Instead they rose as
one, shrieked as one, fled as one.
Momaya threw herself at Tarzan's feet, raising supplicating hands toward him and
pouring forth from her mutilated lips a perfect cataract of words, not one of
which the ape-man comprehended. For a moment he looked down upon the upturned,
frightful face of the woman. He had come to slay, but that overwhelming torrent
of speech filled him with consternation and with awe. He glanced about him
apprehensively, then back at the woman. A revulsion of feeling seized him. He
could not kill little Tibo's mother, nor could he stand and face this verbal
geyser. With a quick gesture of impatience at the spoiling of his evening's
entertainment, he wheeled and leaped away into the darkness. A moment later he
was swinging through the black jungle night, the cries and lamentations of
Momaya growing fainter in the distance.
It was with a sigh of relief that he finally reached a point from which he could
no longer hear them, and finding a comfortable crotch high among the trees,
composed himself for a night of dreamless slumber, while a prowling lion moaned
and coughed beneath him, and in far-off England the other Lord Greystoke, with
the assistance of a valet, disrobed and crawled between spotless sheets,
swearing irritably as a cat meowed beneath his window.
As Tarzan followed the fresh spoor of Horta, the boar, the following morning, he
came upon the tracks of two Gomangani, a large one and a small one. The ape-man,
accustomed as he was to questioning closely all that fell to his perceptions,
paused to read the story written in the soft mud of the game trail. You or I
would have seen little of interest there, even if, by chance, we could have seen
aught. Perhaps had one been there to point them out to us, we might have noted
indentations in the mud, but there were countless indentations, one overlapping
another into a confusion that would have been entirely meaningless to us. To
Tarzan each told its own story. Tantor, the elephant, had passed that way as
recently as three suns since. Numa had hunted here the night just gone, and
Horta, the boar, had walked slowly along the trail within an hour; but what held
Tarzan's attention was the spoor tale of the Gomangani. It told him that the day
before an old man had gone toward the north in company with a little boy, and
that with them had been two hyenas.
Tarzan scratched his head in puzzled incredulity. He could see by the
overlapping of the footprints that the beasts had not been following the two,
for sometimes one was ahead of them and one behind, and again both were in
advance, or both were in the rear. It was very strange and quite inexplicable,
especially where the spoor showed where the hyenas in the wider portions of the
path had walked one on either side of the human pair, quite close to them. Then
Tarzan read in the spoor of the smaller Gomangani a shrinking terror of the
beast that brushed his side, but in that of the old man was no sign of fear.
At first Tarzan had been solely occupied by the remarkable juxtaposition of the
spoor of Dango and Gomangani, but now his keen eyes caught something in the
spoor of the little Gomangani which brought him to a sudden stop. It was as
though, finding a letter in the road, you suddenly had discovered in it the
familiar handwriting of a friend.
"Go-bu-balu!" exclaimed the ape-man, and at once memory flashed upon the screen
of recollection the supplicating attitude of Momaya as she had hurled herself
before him in the village of Mbonga the night before. Instantly all was
explained—the wailing and lamentation, the pleading of the black mother, the
sympathetic howling of the shes about the fire. Little Go-bu-balu had been
stolen again, and this time by another than Tarzan. Doubtless the mother had
thought that he was again in the power of Tarzan of the Apes, and she had been
beseeching him to return her balu to her.
Yes, it was all quite plain now; but who could have stolen Go-bu-balu this time?
Tarzan wondered, and he wondered, too, about the presence of Dango. He would
investigate. The spoor was a day old and it ran toward the north. Tarzan set out
to follow it. In places it was totally obliterated by the passage of many
beasts, and where the way was rocky, even Tarzan of the Apes was almost baffled;
but there was still the faint effluvium which clung to the human spoor,
appreciable only to such highly trained perceptive powers as were Tarzan's.
It had all happened to little Tibo very suddenly and unexpectedly within the
brief span of two suns. First had come Bukawai, the witch-doctor—Bukawai, the
unclean—with the ragged bit of flesh which still clung to his rotting face. He
had come alone and by day to the place at the river where Momaya went daily to
wash her body and that of Tibo, her little boy. He had stepped out from behind a
great bush quite close to Momaya, frightening little Tibo so that he ran
screaming to his mother's protecting arms.
But Momaya, though startled, had wheeled to face the fearsome thing with all the
savage ferocity of a she-tiger at bay. When she saw who it was, she breathed a
sigh of partial relief, though she still clung tightly to Tibo.
"I have come," said Bukawai without preliminary, "for the three fat goats, the
new sleeping mat, and the bit of copper wire as long as a tall man's arm."
"I have no goats for you," snapped Momaya, "nor a sleeping mat, nor any wire.
Your medicine was never made. The white jungle god gave me back my Tibo. You had
nothing to do with it."
"But I did," mumbled Bukawai through his fleshless jaws. "It was I who commanded
the white jungle god to give back your Tibo."
Momaya laughed in his face. "Speaker of lies," she cried, "go back to your foul
den and your hyenas. Go back and hide your stinking face in the belly of the
mountain, lest the sun, seeing it, cover his face with a black cloud."
"I have come," reiterated Bukawai, "for the three fat goats, the new sleeping
mat, and the bit of copper wire the length of a tall man's arm, which you were
to pay me for the return of your Tibo."
"It was to be the length of a man's forearm," corrected Momaya, "but you shall
have nothing, old thief. You would not make medicine until I had brought the
payment in advance, and when I was returning to my village the great, white
jungle god gave me back my Tibo—gave him to me out of the jaws of Numa. His
medicine is true medicine—yours is the weak medicine of an old man with a hole
in his face."
"I have come," repeated Bukawai patiently, "for the three fat—" But Momaya had
not waited to hear more of what she already knew by heart. Clasping Tibo close
to her side, she was hurrying away toward the palisaded village of Mbonga, the
And the next day, when Momaya was working in the plantain field with others of
the women of the tribe, and little Tibo had been playing at the edge of the
jungle, casting a small spear in anticipation of the distant day when he should
be a full-fledged warrior, Bukawai had come again.
Tibo had seen a squirrel scampering up the bole of a great tree. His childish
mind had transformed it into the menacing figure of a hostile warrior. Little
Tibo had raised his tiny spear, his heart filled with the savage blood lust of
his race, as he pictured the night's orgy when he should dance about the corpse
of his human kill as the women of his tribe prepared the meat for the feast to
But when he cast the spear, he missed both squirrel and tree, losing his missile
far among the tangled undergrowth of the jungle. However, it could be but a few
steps within the forbidden labyrinth. The women were all about in the field.
There were warriors on guard within easy hail, and so little Tibo boldly
ventured into the dark place.
Just behind the screen of creepers and matted foliage lurked three horrid
figures—an old, old man, black as the pit, with a face half eaten away by
leprosy, his sharp-filed teeth, the teeth of a cannibal, showing yellow and
repulsive through the great gaping hole where his mouth and nose had been. And
beside him, equally hideous, stood two powerful hyenas—carrion-eaters consorting
Tibo did not see them until, head down, he had forced his way through the
thickly growing vines in search of his little spear, and then it was too late.
As he looked up into the face of Bukawai, the old witch-doctor seized him,
muffling his screams with a palm across his mouth. Tibo struggled futilely.
A moment later he was being hustled away through the dark and terrible jungle,
the frightful old man still muffling his screams, and the two hideous hyenas
pacing now on either side, now before, now behind, always prowling, always
growling, snapping, snarling, or, worst of all, laughing hideously.
To little Tibo, who within his brief existence had passed through such
experiences as are given to few to pass through in a lifetime, the northward
journey was a nightmare of terror. He thought now of the time that he had been
with the great, white jungle god, and he prayed with all his little soul that he
might be back again with the white-skinned giant who consorted with the hairy
tree men. Terror-stricken he had been then, but his surroundings had been
nothing by comparison with those which he now endured.
The old man seldom addressed Tibo, though he kept up an almost continuous
mumbling throughout the long day. Tibo caught repeated references to fat goats,
sleeping mats, and pieces of copper wire. "Ten fat goats, ten fat goats," the
old Negro would croon over and over again. By this little Tibo guessed that the
price of his ransom had risen. Ten fat goats? Where would his mother get ten fat
goats, or thin ones, either, for that matter, to buy back just a poor little
boy? Mbonga would never let her have them, and Tibo knew that his father never
had owned more than three goats at the same time in all his life. Ten fat goats!
Tibo sniffled. The putrid old man would kill him and eat him, for the goats
would never be forthcoming. Bukawai would throw his bones to the hyenas. The
little black boy shuddered and became so weak that he almost fell in his tracks.
Bukawai cuffed him on an ear and jerked him along.
After what seemed an eternity to Tibo, they arrived at the mouth of a cave
between two rocky hills. The opening was low and narrow. A few saplings bound
together with strips of rawhide closed it against stray beasts. Bukawai removed
the primitive door and pushed Tibo within. The hyenas, snarling, rushed past him
and were lost to view in the blackness of the interior. Bukawai replaced the
saplings and seizing Tibo roughly by the arm, dragged him along a narrow, rocky
passage. The floor was comparatively smooth, for the dirt which lay thick upon
it had been trodden and tramped by many feet until few inequalities remained.
The passage was tortuous, and as it was very dark and the walls rough and rocky,
Tibo was scratched and bruised from the many bumps he received. Bukawai walked
as rapidly through the winding gallery as one would traverse a familiar lane by
daylight. He knew every twist and turn as a mother knows the face of her child,
and he seemed to be in a hurry. He jerked poor little Tibo possibly a trifle
more ruthlessly than necessary even at the pace Bukawai set; but the old
witch-doctor, an outcast from the society of man, diseased, shunned, hated,
feared, was far from possessing an angelic temper. Nature had given him few of
the kindlier characteristics of man, and these few Fate had eradicated entirely.
Shrewd, cunning, cruel, vindictive, was Bukawai, the witch-doctor.
Frightful tales were whispered of the cruel tortures he inflicted upon his
victims. Children were frightened into obedience by the threat of his name.
Often had Tibo been thus frightened, and now he was reaping a grisly harvest of
terror from the seeds his mother had innocently sown. The darkness, the presence
of the dreaded witch-doctor, the pain of the contusions, with a haunting
premonition of the future, and the fear of the hyenas combined to almost
paralyze the child. He stumbled and reeled until Bukawai was dragging rather
than leading him.
Presently Tibo saw a faint lightness ahead of them, and a moment later they
emerged into a roughly circular chamber to which a little daylight filtered
through a rift in the rocky ceiling. The hyenas were there ahead of them,
waiting. As Bukawai entered with Tibo, the beasts slunk toward them, baring
yellow fangs. They were hungry. Toward Tibo they came, and one snapped at his
naked legs. Bukawai seized a stick from the floor of the chamber and struck a
vicious blow at the beast, at the same time mumbling forth a volley of
execrations. The hyena dodged and ran to the side of the chamber, where he stood
growling. Bukawai took a step toward the creature, which bristled with rage at
his approach. Fear and hatred shot from its evil eyes, but, fortunately for
Bukawai, fear predominated.
Seeing that he was unnoticed, the second beast made a short, quick rush for
Tibo. The child screamed and darted after the witch-doctor, who now turned his
attention to the second hyena. This one he reached with his heavy stick,
striking it repeatedly and driving it to the wall. There the two carrion-eaters
commenced to circle the chamber while the human carrion, their master, now in a
perfect frenzy of demoniacal rage, ran to and fro in an effort to intercept
them, striking out with his cudgel and lashing them with his tongue, calling
down upon them the curses of whatever gods and demons he could summon to memory,
and describing in lurid figures the ignominy of their ancestors.
Several times one or the other of the beasts would turn to make a stand against
the witch-doctor, and then Tibo would hold his breath in agonized terror, for
never in his brief life had he seen such frightful hatred depicted upon the
countenance of man or beast; but always fear overcame the rage of the savage
creatures, so that they resumed their flight, snarling and bare-fanged, just at
the moment that Tibo was certain they would spring at Bukawai's throat.
At last the witch-doctor tired of the futile chase. With a snarl quite as
bestial as those of the beast, he turned toward Tibo. "I go to collect the ten
fat goats, the new sleeping mat, and the two pieces of copper wire that your
mother will pay for the medicine I shall make to bring you back to her," he
said. "You will stay here. There," and he pointed toward the passage which they
had followed to the chamber, "I will leave the hyenas. If you try to escape,
they will eat you."
He cast aside the stick and called to the beasts. They came, snarling and
slinking, their tails between their legs. Bukawai led them to the passage and
drove them into it. Then he dragged a rude lattice into place before the opening
after he, himself, had left the chamber. "This will keep them from you," he
said. "If I do not get the ten fat goats and the other things, they shall at
least have a few bones after I am through." And he left the boy to think over
the meaning of his all-too-suggestive words.
When he was gone, Tibo threw himself upon the earth floor and broke into
childish sobs of terror and loneliness. He knew that his mother had no ten fat
goats to give and that when Bukawai returned, little Tibo would be killed and
eaten. How long he lay there he did not know, but presently he was aroused by
the growling of the hyenas. They had returned through the passage and were
glaring at him from beyond the lattice. He could see their yellow eyes blazing
through the darkness. They reared up and clawed at the barrier. Tibo shivered
and withdrew to the opposite side of the chamber. He saw the lattice sag and
sway to the attacks of the beasts. Momentarily he expected that it would fall
inward, letting the creatures upon him.
Wearily the horror-ridden hours dragged their slow way. Night came, and for a
time Tibo slept, but it seemed that the hungry beasts never slept. Always they
stood just beyond the lattice growling their hideous growls or laughing their
hideous laughs. Through the narrow rift in the rocky roof above him, Tibo could
see a few stars, and once the moon crossed. At last daylight came again. Tibo
was very hungry and thirsty, for he had not eaten since the morning before, and
only once upon the long march had he been permitted to drink, but even hunger
and thirst were almost forgotten in the terror of his position.
It was after daylight that the child discovered a second opening in the walls of
the subterranean chamber, almost opposite that at which the hyenas still stood
glaring hungrily at him. It was only a narrow slit in the rocky wall. It might
lead in but a few feet, or it might lead to freedom! Tibo approached it and
looked within. He could see nothing. He extended his arm into the blackness, but
he dared not venture farther. Bukawai never would have left open a way of
escape, Tibo reasoned, so this passage must lead either nowhere or to some still
more hideous danger.
To the boy's fear of the actual dangers which menaced him—Bukawai and the two
hyenas—his superstition added countless others quite too horrible even to name,
for in the lives of the blacks, through the shadows of the jungle day and the
black horrors of the jungle night, flit strange, fantastic shapes peopling the
already hideously peopled forests with menacing figures, as though the lion and
the leopard, the snake and the hyena, and the countless poisonous insects were
not quite sufficient to strike terror to the hearts of the poor, simple
creatures whose lot is cast in earth's most fearsome spot.
And so it was that little Tibo cringed not only from real menaces but from
imaginary ones. He was afraid even to venture upon a road that might lead to
escape, lest Bukawai had set to watch it some frightful demon of the jungle.
But the real menaces suddenly drove the imaginary ones from the boy's mind, for
with the coming of daylight the half-famished hyenas renewed their efforts to
break down the frail barrier which kept them from their prey. Rearing upon their
hind feet they clawed and struck at the lattice. With wide eyes Tibo saw it sag
and rock. Not for long, he knew, could it withstand the assaults of these two
powerful and determined brutes. Already one corner had been forced past the
rocky protuberance of the entrance way which had held it in place. A shaggy
forearm protruded into the chamber. Tibo trembled as with ague, for he knew that
the end was near.
Backing against the farther wall he stood flattened out as far from the beasts
as he could get. He saw the lattice give still more. He saw a savage, snarling
head forced past it, and grinning jaws snapping and gaping toward him. In
another instant the pitiful fabric would fall inward, and the two would be upon
him, rending his flesh from his bones, gnawing the bones themselves, fighting
for possession of his entrails.
* * *
Bukawai came upon Momaya outside the palisade of Mbonga, the chief. At sight of
him the woman drew back in revulsion, then she flew at him, tooth and nail; but
Bukawai threatening her with a spear held her at a safe distance.
"Where is my baby?" she cried. "Where is my little Tibo?"
Bukawai opened his eyes in well-simulated amazement. "Your baby!" he exclaimed.
"What should I know of him, other than that I rescued him from the white god of
the jungle and have not yet received my pay. I come for the goats and the
sleeping mat and the piece of copper wire the length of a tall man's arm from
the shoulder to the tips of his fingers." "Offal of a hyena!" shrieked Momaya.
"My child has been stolen, and you, rotting fragment of a man, have taken him.
Return him to me or I shall tear your eyes from your head and feed your heart to
the wild hogs."
Bukawai shrugged his shoulders. "What do I know about your child?" he asked. "I
have not taken him. If he is stolen again, what should Bukawai know of the
matter? Did Bukawai steal him before? No, the white jungle god stole him, and if
he stole him once he would steal him again. It is nothing to me. I returned him
to you before and I have come for my pay. If he is gone and you would have him
returned, Bukawai will return him—for ten fat goats, a new sleeping mat and two
pieces of copper wire the length of a tall man's arm from the shoulder to the
tips of his fingers, and Bukawai will say nothing more about the goats and the
sleeping mat and the copper wire which you were to pay for the first medicine."
"Ten fat goats!" screamed Momaya. "I could not pay you ten fat goats in as many
years. Ten fat goats, indeed!"
"Ten fat goats," repeated Bukawai. "Ten fat goats, the new sleeping mat and two
pieces of copper wire the length of—"
Momaya stopped him with an impatient gesture. "Wait!" she cried. "I have no
goats. You waste your breath. Stay here while I go to my man. He has but three
goats, yet something may be done. Wait!"
Bukawai sat down beneath a tree. He felt quite content, for he knew that he
should have either payment or revenge. He did not fear harm at the hands of
these people of another tribe, although he well knew that they must fear and
hate him. His leprosy alone would prevent their laying hands upon him, while his
reputation as a witch-doctor rendered him doubly immune from attack. He was
planning upon compelling them to drive the ten goats to the mouth of his cave
when Momaya returned. With her were three warriors—Mbonga, the chief, Rabba
Kega, the village witch-doctor, and Ibeto, Tibo's father. They were not pretty
men even under ordinary circumstances, and now, with their faces marked by
anger, they well might have inspired terror in the heart of anyone; but if
Bukawai felt any fear, he did not betray it. Instead he greeted them with an
insolent stare, intended to awe them, as they came and squatted in a semi-circle
"Where is Ibeto's son?" asked Mbonga.
"How should I know?" returned Bukawai. "Doubtless the white devil-god has him.
If I am paid I will make strong medicine and then we shall know where is Ibeto's
son, and shall get him back again. It was my medicine which got him back the
last time, for which I got no pay."
"I have my own witch-doctor to make medicine," replied Mbonga with dignity.
Bukawai sneered and rose to his feet. "Very well," he said, "let him make his
medicine and see if he can bring Ibeto's son back." He took a few steps away
from them, and then he turned angrily back. "His medicine will not bring the
child back—that I know, and I also know that when you find him it will be too
late for any medicine to bring him back, for he will be dead. This have I just
found out, the ghost of my father's sister but now came to me and told me."
Now Mbonga and Rabba Kega might not take much stock in their own magic, and they
might even be skeptical as to the magic of another; but there was always a
chance of something being in it, especially if it were not their own. Was
it not well known that old Bukawai had speech with the demons themselves and
that two even lived with him in the forms of hyenas! Still they must not accede
too hastily. There was the price to be considered, and Mbonga had no intention
of parting lightly with ten goats to obtain the return of a single little boy
who might die of smallpox long before he reached a warrior's estate.
"Wait," said Mbonga. "Let us see some of your magic, that we may know if it be
good magic. Then we can talk about payment. Rabba Kega will make some magic,
too. We will see who makes the best magic. Sit down, Bukawai."
"The payment will be ten goats—fat goats—a new sleeping mat and two pieces of
copper wire the length of a tall man's arm from the shoulder to the ends of his
fingers, and it will be made in advance, the goats being driven to my cave. Then
will I make the medicine, and on the second day the boy will be returned to his
mother. It cannot be done more quickly than that because it takes time to make
such strong medicine."
"Make us some medicine now," said Mbonga. "Let us see what sort of medicine you
"Bring me fire," replied Bukawai, "and I will make you a little magic."
Momaya was dispatched for the fire, and while she was away Mbonga dickered with
Bukawai about the price. Ten goats, he said, was a high price for an able-bodied
warrior. He also called Bukawai's attention to the fact that he, Mbonga, was
very poor, that his people were very poor, and that ten goats were at least
eight too many, to say nothing of a new sleeping mat and the copper wire; but
Bukawai was adamant. His medicine was very expensive and he would have to give
at least five goats to the gods who helped him make it. They were still arguing
when Momaya returned with the fire.
Bukawai placed a little on the ground before him, took a pinch of powder from a
pouch at his side and sprinkled it on the embers. A cloud of smoke rose with a
puff. Bukawai closed his eyes and rocked back and forth. Then he made a few
passes in the air and pretended to swoon. Mbonga and the others were much
impressed. Rabba Kega grew nervous. He saw his reputation waning. There was some
fire left in the vessel which Momaya had brought. He seized the vessel, dropped
a handful of dry leaves into it while no one was watching and then uttered a
frightful scream which drew the attention of Bukawai's audience to him. It also
brought Bukawai quite miraculously out of his swoon, but when the old
witch-doctor saw the reason for the disturbance he quickly relapsed into
unconsciousness before anyone discovered his
Rabba Kega, seeing that he had the attention of Mbonga, Ibeto, and Momaya, blew
suddenly into the vessel, with the result that the leaves commenced to smolder,
and smoke issued from the mouth of the receptacle. Rabba Kega was careful to
hold it so that none might see the dry leaves. Their eyes opened wide at this
remarkable demonstration of the village witch-doctor's powers. The latter,
greatly elated, let himself out. He shouted, jumped up and down, and made
frightful grimaces; then he put his face close over the mouth of the vessel and
appeared to be communing with the spirits within.
It was while he was thus engaged that Bukawai came out of his trance, his
curiosity finally having gotten the better of him. No one was paying him the
slightest attention. He blinked his one eye angrily, then he, too, let out a
loud roar, and when he was sure that Mbonga had turned toward him, he stiffened
rigidly and made spasmodic movements with his arms and legs.
"I see him!" he cried. "He is far away. The white devil-god did not get him. He
is alone and in great danger; but," he added, "if the ten fat goats and the
other things are paid to me quickly there is yet time to save him."
Rabba Kega had paused to listen. Mbonga looked toward him. The chief was in a
quandary. He did not know which medicine was the better. "What does your magic
tell you?" he asked of Rabba Kega.
"I, too, see him," screamed Rabba Kega; "but he is not where Bukawai says he is.
He is dead at the bottom of the river."
At this Momaya commenced to howl loudly.
Tarzan had followed the spoor of the old man, the two hyenas, and the little
black boy to the mouth of the cave in the rocky cañon between the two hills.
Here he paused a moment before the sapling barrier which Bukawai had set up,
listening to the snarls and growls which came faintly from the far recesses of
Presently, mingled with the beastly cries, there came faintly to the keen ears
of the ape-man, the agonized moan of a child. No longer did Tarzan hesitate.
Hurling the door aside, he sprang into the dark opening. Narrow and black was
the corridor; but long use of his eyes in the Stygian blackness of the jungle
nights had given to the ape-man something of the nocturnal visionary powers of
the wild things with which he had consorted since babyhood.
He moved rapidly and yet with caution, for the place was dark, unfamiliar and
winding. As he advanced, he heard more and more loudly the savage snarls of the
two hyenas, mingled with the scraping and scratching of their paws upon wood.
The moans of a child grew in volume, and Tarzan recognized in them the voice of
the little black boy he once had sought to adopt as his balu.
There was no hysteria in the ape-man's advance. Too accustomed was he to the
passing of life in the jungle to be greatly wrought even by the death of one
whom he knew; but the lust for battle spurred him on. He was only a wild beast
at heart and his wild beast's heart beat high in anticipation of conflict.
In the rocky chamber of the hill's center, little Tibo crouched low against the
wall as far from the hunger-crazed beasts as he could drag himself. He saw the
lattice giving to the frantic clawing of the hyenas. He knew that in a few
minutes his little life would flicker out horribly beneath the rending, yellow
fangs of these loathsome creatures.
Beneath the buffetings of the powerful bodies, the lattice sagged inward, until,
with a crash it gave way, letting the carnivora in upon the boy. Tibo cast one
affrighted glance toward them, then closed his eyes and buried his face in his
arms, sobbing piteously.
For a moment the hyenas paused, caution and cowardice holding them from their
prey. They stood thus glaring at the lad, then slowly, stealthily, crouching,
they crept toward him. It was thus that Tarzan came upon them, bursting into the
chamber swiftly and silently; but not so silently that the keen-eared beasts did
not note his coming. With angry growls they turned from Tibo upon the ape-man,
as, with a smile upon his lips, he ran toward them. For an instant one of the
animals stood its ground; but the ape-man did not deign even to draw his hunting
knife against despised Dango. Rushing in upon the brute he grasped it by the
scruff of the neck, just as it attempted to dodge past him, and hurled it across
the cavern after its fellow which already was slinking into the corridor, bent
Then Tarzan picked Tibo from the floor, and when the child felt human hands upon
him instead of the paws and fangs of the hyenas, he rolled his eyes upward in
surprise and incredulity, and as they fell upon Tarzan, sobs of relief broke
from the childish lips and his hands clutched at his deliverer as though the
white devil-god was not the most feared of jungle creatures.
When Tarzan came to the cave mouth the hyenas were nowhere in sight, and after
permitting Tibo to quench his thirst in the spring which rose near by, he lifted
the boy to his shoulders and set off toward the jungle at a rapid trot,
determined to still the annoying howlings of Momaya as quickly as possible, for
he shrewdly had guessed that the absence of her balu was the cause of her
"He is not dead at the bottom of the river," cried Bukawai. "What does this
fellow know about making magic? Who is he, anyway, that he dare say Bukawai's
magic is not good magic? Bukawai sees Momaya's son. He is far away and alone and
in great danger. Hasten then with the ten fat goats, the—"
But he got no further. There was a sudden interruption from above, from the
branches of the very tree beneath which they squatted, and as the five blacks
looked up they almost swooned in fright as they saw the great, white devil-god
looking down upon them; but before they could flee they saw another face, that
of the lost little Tibo, and his face was laughing and very happy.
And then Tarzan dropped fearlessly among them, the boy still upon his back, and
deposited him before his mother. Momaya, Ibeto, Rabba Kega, and Mbonga were all
crowding around the lad trying to question him at the same time. Suddenly Momaya
turned ferociously to fall upon Bukawai, for the boy had told her all that he
had suffered at the hands of the cruel old man; but Bukawai was no longer
there—he had required no recourse to black art to assure him that the vicinity
of Momaya would be no healthful place for him after Tibo had told his story, and
now he was running through the jungle as fast as his old legs would carry him
toward the distant lair where he knew no black would dare pursue him.
Tarzan, too, had vanished, as he had a way of doing, to the mystification of the
blacks. Then Momaya's eyes lighted upon Rabba Kega. The village witch-doctor saw
something in those eyes of hers which boded no good to him, and backed away.
"So my Tibo is dead at the bottom of the river, is he?" the woman shrieked. "And
he's far away and alone and in great danger, is he? Magic!" The scorn which
Momaya crowded into that single word would have done credit to a Thespian of the
first magnitude. "Magic, indeed!" she screamed. "Momaya will show you some magic
of her own," and with that she seized upon a broken limb and struck Rabba Kega
across the head. With a howl of pain, the man turned and fled, Momaya pursuing
him and beating him across the shoulders, through the gateway and up the length
of the village street, to the intense amusement of the warriors, the women, and
the children who were so fortunate as to witness the spectacle, for one and all
feared Rabba Kega, and to fear is to hate.
Thus it was that to his host of passive enemies, Tarzan of the Apes added that
day two active foes, both of whom remained awake long into the night planning
means of revenge upon the white devil-god who had brought them into ridicule and
disrepute, but with their most malevolent schemings was mingled a vein of real
fear and awe that would not down.
Young Lord Greystoke did not know that they planned against him, nor, knowing,
would have cared. He slept as well that night as he did on any other night, and
though there was no roof above him, and no doors to lock against intruders, he
slept much better than his noble relative in England, who had eaten altogether
too much lobster and drank too much wine at dinner that night.
The End of Bukawai
WHEN TARZAN OF the Apes was still but a boy he had learned, among other things,
to fashion pliant ropes of fibrous jungle grass. Strong and tough were the ropes
of Tarzan, the little Tarmangani. Tublat, his foster father, would have told you
this much and more. Had you tempted him with a handful of fat caterpillars he
even might have sufficiently unbended to narrate to you a few stories of the
many indignities which Tarzan had heaped upon him by means of his hated rope;
but then Tublat always worked himself into such a frightful rage when he devoted
any considerable thought either to the rope or to Tarzan, that it might not have
proved comfortable for you to have remained close enough to him to hear what he
had to say.
So often had that snakelike noose settled unexpectedly over Tublat's head, so
often had he been jerked ridiculously and painfully from his feet when he was
least looking for such an occurrence, that there is little wonder he found scant
space in his savage heart for love of his white-skinned foster child, or the
inventions thereof. There had been other times, too, when Tublat had swung
helplessly in midair, the noose tightening about his neck, death staring him in
the face, and little Tarzan dancing upon a near-by limb, taunting him and making
Then there had been another occasion in which the rope had figured
prominently—an occasion, and the only one connected with the rope, which Tublat
recalled with pleasure. Tarzan, as active in brain as he was in body, was always
inventing new ways in which to play. It was through the medium of play that he
learned much during his childhood. This day he learned something, and that he
did not lose his life in the learning of it, was a matter of great surprise to
Tarzan, and the fly in the ointment, to Tublat.
The man-child had, in throwing his noose at a playmate in a tree above him,
caught a projecting branch instead. When he tried to shake it loose it but drew
the tighter. Then Tarzan started to climb the rope to remove it from the branch.
When he was part way up a frolicsome playmate seized that part of the rope which
lay upon the ground and ran off with it as far as he could go. When Tarzan
screamed at him to desist, the young ape released the rope a little and then
drew it tight again. The result was to impart a swinging motion to Tarzan's body
which the ape-boy suddenly realized was a new and pleasurable form of play. He
urged the ape to continue until Tarzan was swinging to and fro as far as the
short length of rope would permit, but the distance was not great enough, and,
too, he was not far enough above the ground to give the necessary thrills which
add so greatly to the pastimes of the young.
So he clambered to the branch where the noose was caught and after removing it
carried the rope far aloft and out upon a long and powerful branch. Here he
again made it fast, and taking the loose end in his hand, clambered quickly down
among the branches as far as the rope would permit him to go; then he swung out
upon the end of it, his lithe, young body turning and twisting—a human bob upon
a pendulum of grass—thirty feet above the ground.
Ah, how delectable! This was indeed a new play of the first magnitude. Tarzan
was entranced. Soon he discovered that by wriggling his body in just the right
way at the proper time he could diminish or accelerate his oscillation, and,
being a boy, he chose, naturally, to accelerate. Presently he was swinging far
and wide, while below him, the apes of the tribe of Kerchak looked on in mild
Had it been you or I swinging there at the end of that grass rope, the thing
which presently happened would not have happened, for we could not have hung on
so long as to have made it possible; but Tarzan was quite as much at home
swinging by his hands as he was standing upon his feet, or, at least, almost. At
any rate he felt no fatigue long after the time that an ordinary mortal would
have been numb with the strain of the physical exertion. And this was his
Tublat was watching him as were others of the tribe. Of all the creatures of the
wild, there was none Tublat so cordially hated as he did this hideous, hairless,
white-skinned, caricature of an ape. But for Tarzan's nimbleness, and the
zealous watchfulness of savage Kala's mother love, Tublat would long since have
rid himself of this stain upon his family escutcheon. So long had it been since
Tarzan became a member of the tribe, that Tublat had forgotten the circumstances
surrounding the entrance of the jungle waif into his family, with the result
that he now imagined that Tarzan was his own offspring, adding greatly to his
Wide and far swung Tarzan of the Apes, until at last, as he reached the highest
point of the arc the rope, which rapidly had frayed on the rough bark of the
tree limb, parted suddenly. The watching apes saw the smooth, brown body shoot
outward, and down, plummet-like. Tublat leaped high in the air, emitting what in
a human being would have been an exclamation of delight. This would be the end
of Tarzan and most of Tublat's troubles. From now on he could lead his life in
peace and security.
Tarzan fell quite forty feet, alighting on his back in a thick bush. Kala was
the first to reach his side—ferocious, hideous, loving Kala. She had seen the
life crushed from her own balu in just such a fall years before. Was she to lose
this one too in the same way? Tarzan was lying quite still when she found him,
embedded deeply in the bush. It took Kala several minutes to disentangle him and
drag him forth; but he was not killed. He was not even badly injured. The bush
had broken the force of the fall. A cut upon the back of his head showed where
he had struck the tough stem of the shrub and explained his unconsciousness.
In a few minutes he was as active as ever. Tublat was furious. In his rage he
snapped at a fellow-ape without first discovering the identity of his victim,
and was badly mauled for his ill temper, having chosen to vent his spite upon a
husky and belligerent young bull in the full prime of his vigor.
But Tarzan had learned something new. He had learned that continued friction
would wear through the strands of his rope, though it was many years before this
knowledge did more for him than merely to keep him from swinging too long at a
time, or too far above the ground at the end of his rope.
The day came, however, when the very thing that had once all but killed him
proved the means of saving his life.
He was no longer a child, but a mighty jungle male. There was none now to watch
over him, solicitously, nor did he need such. Kala was dead. Dead, too, was
Tublat, and though with Kala passed the one creature that ever really had loved
him, there were still many who hated him after Tublat departed unto the arms of
his fathers. It was not that he was more cruel or more savage than they that
they hated him, for though he was both cruel and savage as were the beasts, his
fellows, yet too was he often tender, which they never were. No, the thing which
brought Tarzan most into disrepute with those who did not like him, was the
possession and practice of a characteristic which they had not and could not
understand—the human sense of humor. In Tarzan it was a trifle broad, perhaps,
manifesting itself in rough and painful practical jokes upon his friends and
cruel baiting of his enemies.
But to neither of these did he owe the enmity of Bukawai, the witch-doctor, who
dwelt in the cave between the two hills far to the north of the village of
Mbonga, the chief. Bukawai was jealous of Tarzan, and Bukawai it was who came
near proving the undoing of the ape-man. For months Bukawai had nursed his
hatred while revenge seemed remote indeed, since Tarzan of the Apes frequented
another part of the jungle, miles away from the lair of Bukawai. Only once had
the black witch-doctor seen the devil-god, as he was most often called among the
blacks, and upon that occasion Tarzan had robbed him of a fat fee, at the same
time putting the lie in the mouth of Bukawai, and making his medicine seem poor
medicine. All this Bukawai never could forgive, though it seemed unlikely that
the opportunity would come to be revenged.
Yet it did come, and quite unexpectedly. Tarzan was hunting far to the north. He
had wandered away from the tribe, as he did more and more often as he approached
maturity, to hunt alone for a few days. As a child he had enjoyed romping and
playing with the young apes, his companions; but now these play-fellows of his
had grown to surly, lowering bulls, or to touchy, suspicious mothers, jealously
guarding helpless balus. So Tarzan found in his own man-mind a greater and a
truer companionship than any or all of the apes of Kerchak could afford him.
This day, as Tarzan hunted, the sky slowly became overcast. Torn clouds, whipped
to ragged streamers, fled low above the tree tops. They reminded Tarzan of
frightened antelope fleeing the charge of a hungry lion. But though the light
clouds raced so swiftly, the jungle was motionless. Not a leaf quivered and the
silence was a great, dead weight—insupportable. Even the insects seemed stilled
by apprehension of some frightful thing impending, and the larger things were
soundless. Such a forest, such a jungle might have stood there in the beginning
of that unthinkably far-gone age before God peopled the world with life, when
there were no sounds because there were no ears to hear.
And over all lay a sickly, pallid ocher light through which the scourged clouds
raced. Tarzan had seen all these conditions many times before, yet he never
could escape a strange feeling at each recurrence of them. He knew no fear, but
in the face of Nature's manifestations of her cruel, immeasurable powers, he
felt very small—very small and very lonely.
Now he heard a low moaning, far away. "The lions seek their prey," he murmured
to himself, looking up once again at the swift-flying clouds. The moaning rose
to a great volume of sound. "They come!" said Tarzan of the Apes, and sought the
shelter of a thickly foliaged tree. Quite suddenly the trees bent their tops
simultaneously as though God had stretched a hand from the heavens and pressed
His flat palm down upon the world. "They pass!" whispered Tarzan. "The lions
pass." Then came a vivid flash of lightning, followed by deafening thunder. "The
lions have sprung," cried Tarzan, "and now they roar above the bodies of their
The trees were waving wildly in all directions now, a perfectly demoniacal wind
threshed the jungle pitilessly. In the midst of it the rain came—not as it comes
upon us of the northlands, but in a sudden, choking, blinding deluge. "The blood
of the kill," thought Tarzan, huddling himself closer to the bole of the great
tree beneath which he stood.
He was close to the edge of the jungle, and at a little distance he had seen two
hills before the storm broke; but now he could see nothing. It amused him to
look out into the beating rain, searching for the two hills and imagining that
the torrents from above had washed them away, yet he knew that presently the
rain would cease, the sun come out again and all be as it was before, except
where a few branches had fallen and here and there some old and rotted patriarch
had crashed back to enrich the soil upon which he had fatted for, maybe,
centuries. All about him branches and leaves filled the air or fell to earth,
torn away by the strength of the tornado and the weight of the water upon them.
A gaunt corpse toppled and fell a few yards away; but Tarzan was protected from
all these dangers by the wide-spreading branches of the sturdy young giant
beneath which his jungle craft had guided him. Here there was but a single
danger, and that a remote one. Yet it came. Without warning the tree above him
was riven by lightning, and when the rain ceased and the sun came out Tarzan lay
stretched as he had fallen, upon his face amidst the wreckage of the jungle
giant that should have shielded him.
Bukawai came to the entrance of his cave after the rain and the storm had passed
and looked out upon the scene. From his one eye Bukawai could see; but had he
had a dozen eyes he could have found no beauty in the fresh sweetness of the
revivified jungle, for to such things, in the chemistry of temperament, his
brain failed to react; nor, even had he had a nose, which he had not for years,
could he have found enjoyment or sweetness in the clean-washed air.
At either side of the leper stood his sole and constant companions, the two
hyenas, sniffing the air. Presently one of them uttered a low growl and with
flattened head started, sneaking and wary, toward the jungle. The other
followed. Bukawai, his curiosity aroused, trailed after them, in his hand a
The hyenas halted a few yards from the prostrate Tarzan, sniffing and growling.
Then came Bukawai, and at first he could not believe the witness of his own
eyes; but when he did and saw that it was indeed the devil-god his rage knew no
bounds, for he thought him dead and himself cheated of the revenge he had so
long dreamed upon.
The hyenas approached the ape-man with bared fangs. Bukawai, with an
inarticulate scream, rushed upon them, striking cruel and heavy blows with his
knob-stick, for there might still be life in the apparently lifeless form. The
beasts, snapping and snarling, half turned upon their master and their
tormentor, but long fear still held them from his putrid throat. They slunk away
a few yards and squatted upon their haunches, hatred and baffled hunger gleaming
from their savage eyes.
Bukawai stooped and placed his ear above the ape-man's heart. It still beat. As
well as his sloughed features could register pleasure they did so; but it was
not a pretty sight. At the ape-man's side lay his long, grass rope. Quickly
Bukawai bound the limp arms behind his prisoner's back, then he raised him to
one of his shoulders, for, though Bukawai was old and diseased, he was still a
strong man. The hyenas fell in behind as the witch-doctor set off toward the
cave, and through the long black corridors they followed as Bukawai bore his
victim into the bowels of the hills. Through subterranean chambers, connected by
winding passageways, Bukawai staggered with his load. At a sudden turning of the
corridor, daylight flooded them and Bukawai stepped out into a small, circular
basin in the hill, apparently the crater of an ancient volcano, one of those
which never reached the dignity of a mountain and are little more than
lava-rimmed pits closed to the earth's surface.
Steep walls rimmed the cavity. The only exit was through the passageway by which
Bukawai had entered. A few stunted trees grew upon the rocky floor. A hundred
feet above could be seen the ragged lips of this cold, dead mouth of hell.
Bukawai propped Tarzan against a tree and bound him there with his own grass
rope, leaving his hands free but securing the knots in such a way that the
ape-man could not reach them. The hyenas slunk to and fro, growling. Bukawai
hated them and they hated him. He knew that they but waited for the time when he
should be helpless, or when their hatred should rise to such a height as to
submerge their cringing fear of him.
In his own heart was not a little fear of these repulsive creatures, and because
of that fear, Bukawai always kept the beasts well fed, often hunting for them
when their own forages for food failed, but ever was he cruel to them with the
cruelty of a little brain, diseased, bestial, primitive.
He had had them since they were puppies. They had known no other life than that
with him, and though they went abroad to hunt, always they returned. Of late
Bukawai had come to believe that they returned not so much from habit as from a
fiendish patience which would submit to every indignity and pain rather than
forego the final vengeance, and Bukawai needed but little imagination to picture
what that vengeance would be. Today he would see for himself what his end would
be; but another should impersonate Bukawai.
When he had trussed Tarzan securely, Bukawai went back into the corridor,
driving the hyenas ahead of him, and pulling across the opening a lattice of
laced branches, which shut the pit from the cave during the night that Bukawai
might sleep in security, for then the hyenas were penned in the crater that they
might not sneak upon a sleeping Bukawai in the darkness.
Bukawai returned to the outer cave mouth, filled a vessel with water at the
spring which rose in the little cañon close at hand and returned toward the pit.
The hyenas stood before the lattice looking hungrily toward Tarzan. They had
been fed in this manner before.
With his water, the witch-doctor approached Tarzan and threw a portion of the
contents of the vessel in the ape-man's face. There was fluttering of the
eyelids, and at the second application Tarzan opened his eyes and looked about.
"Devil-god," cried Bukawai, "I am the great witch-doctor. My medicine is strong.
Yours is weak. If it is not, why do you stay tied here like a goat that is bait
Tarzan understood nothing the witch-doctor said, therefore he did not reply, but
only stared straight at Bukawai with cold and level gaze. The hyenas crept up
behind him. He heard them growl; but he did not even turn his head. He was a
beast with a man's brain. The beast in him refused to show fear in the face of a
death which the man-mind already admitted to be inevitable.
Bukawai, not yet ready to give his victim to the beasts, rushed upon the hyenas
with his knob-stick. There was a short scrimmage in which the brutes came off
second best, as they always did. Tarzan watched it. He saw and realized the
hatred which existed between the two animals and the hideous semblance of a man.
With the hyenas subdued, Bukawai returned to the baiting of Tarzan; but finding
that the ape-man understood nothing he said, the witch-doctor finally desisted.
Then he withdrew into the corridor and pulled the latticework barrier across the
opening. He went back into the cave and got a sleeping mat, which he brought to
the opening, that he might lie down and watch the spectacle of his revenge in
The hyenas were sneaking furtively around the ape-man. Tarzan strained at his
bonds for a moment, but soon realized that the rope he had braided to hold Numa,
the lion, would hold him quite as successfully. He did not wish to die; but he
could look death in the face now as he had many times before without a quaver.
As he pulled upon the rope he felt it rub against the small tree about which it
was passed. Like a flash of the cinematograph upon the screen, a picture was
flashed before his mind's eye from the storehouse of his memory. He saw a lithe,
boyish figure swinging high above the ground at the end of a rope. He saw many
apes watching from below, and then he saw the rope part and the boy hurtle
downward toward the ground. Tarzan smiled. Immediately he commenced to draw the
rope rapidly back and forth across the tree trunk.
The hyenas, gaining courage, came closer. They sniffed at his legs; but when he
struck at them with his free arms they slunk off. He knew that with the growth
of hunger they would attack. Coolly, methodically, without haste, Tarzan drew
the rope back and forth against the rough trunk of the small tree.
In the entrance to the cavern Bukawai fell asleep. He thought it would be some
time before the beasts gained sufficient courage or hunger to attack the
captive. Their growls and the cries of the victim would awaken him. In the
meantime he might as well rest, and he did.
Thus the day wore on, for the hyenas were not famished, and the rope with which
Tarzan was bound was a stronger one than that of his boyhood, which had parted
so quickly to the chafing of the rough tree bark. Yet, all the while hunger was
growing upon the beasts and the strands of the grass rope were wearing thinner
and thinner. Bukawai slept.
It was late afternoon before one of the beasts, irritated by the gnawing of
appetite, made a quick, growling dash at the ape-man. The noise awoke Bukawai.
He sat up quickly and watched what went on within the crater. He saw the hungry
hyena charge the man, leaping for the unprotected throat. He saw Tarzan reach
out and seize the growling animal, and then he saw the second beast spring for
the devil-god's shoulder. There was a mighty heave of the great, smooth-skinned
body. Rounded muscles shot into great, tensed piles beneath the brown hide—the
ape-man surged forward with all his weight and all his great strength—the bonds
parted, and the three were rolling upon the floor of the crater snarling,
snapping, and rending.
Bukawai leaped to his feet. Could it be that the devil-god was to prevail
against his servants? Impossible! The creature was unarmed, and he was down with
two hyenas on top of him; but Bukawai did not know Tarzan.
The ape-man fastened his fingers upon the throat of one of the hyenas and rose
to one knee, though the other beast tore at him frantically in an effort to pull
him down. With a single hand Tarzan held the one, and with the other hand he
reached forth and pulled toward him the second beast.
And then Bukawai, seeing the battle going against his forces, rushed forward
from the cavern brandishing his knob-stick. Tarzan saw him coming, and rising
now to both feet, a hyena in each hand, he hurled one of the foaming beasts
straight at the witch-doctor's head. Down went the two in a snarling, biting
heap. Tarzan tossed the second hyena across the crater, while the first gnawed
at the rotting face of its master; but this did not suit the ape-man. With a
kick he sent the beast howling after its companion, and springing to the side of
the prostrate witch-doctor, dragged him to his feet.
Bukawai, still conscious, saw death, immediate and terrible, in the cold eyes of
his captor, so he turned upon Tarzan with teeth and nails. The ape-man shuddered
at the proximity of that raw face to his. The hyenas had had enough and
disappeared through the small aperture leading into the cave. Tarzan had little
difficulty in overpowering and binding Bukawai. Then he led him to the very tree
to which he had been bound; but in binding Bukawai, Tarzan saw to it that escape
after the same fashion that he had escaped would be out of the question; then he
As he passed through the winding corridors and the subterranean apartments,
Tarzan saw nothing of the hyenas.
"They will return," he said to himself.
In the crater between the towering walls Bukawai, cold with terror, trembled,
trembled as with ague.
"They will return!" he cried, his voice rising to a fright-filled shriek.
And they did.
NUMA, THE LION, crouched behind a thorn bush close beside the drinking pool
where the river eddied just below the bend. There was a ford there and on either
bank a well-worn trail, broadened far out at the river's brim, where, for
countless centuries, the wild things of the jungle and of the plains beyond had
come down to drink, the carnivora with bold and fearless majesty, the herbivora
timorous, hesitating, fearful.
Numa, the lion, was hungry, he was very hungry, and so he was quite silent now.
On his way to the drinking place he had moaned often and roared not a little;
but as he neared the spot where he would lie in wait for Bara, the deer, or
Horta, the boar, or some other of the many luscious-fleshed creatures who came
hither to drink, he was silent. It was a grim, a terrible silence, shot through
with yellow-green light of ferocious eyes, punctuated with undulating tremors of
It was Pacco, the zebra, who came first, and Numa, the lion, could scarce
restrain a roar of anger, for of all the plains people, none are more wary than
Pacco, the zebra. Behind the black-striped stallion came a herd of thirty or
forty of the plump and vicious little horselike beasts. As he neared the river,
the leader paused often, cocking his ears and raising his muzzle to sniff the
gentle breeze for the tell-tale scent spoor of the dread flesh-eaters.
Numa shifted uneasily, drawing his hind quarters far beneath his tawny body,
gathering himself for the sudden charge and the savage assault. His eyes shot
hungry fire. His great muscles quivered to the excitement of the moment.
Pacco came a little nearer, halted, snorted, and wheeled. There was a pattering
of scurrying hoofs and the herd was gone; but Numa, the lion, moved not. He was
familiar with the ways of Pacco, the zebra. He knew that he would return, though
many times he might wheel and fly before he summoned the courage to lead his
harem and his offspring to the water. There was the chance that Pacco might be
frightened off entirely. Numa had seen this happen before, and so he became
almost rigid lest he be the one to send them galloping, waterless, back to the
Again and again came Pacco and his family, and again and again did they turn and
flee; but each time they came closer to the river, until at last the plump
stallion dipped his velvet muzzle daintily into the water. The others, stepping
warily, approached their leader. Numa selected a sleek, fat filly and his
flaming eyes burned greedily as they feasted upon her, for Numa, the lion, loves
scarce anything better than the meat of Pacco, perhaps because Pacco is, of all
the grass-eaters, the most difficult to catch.
Slowly the lion rose, and as he rose, a twig snapped beneath one of his great,
padded paws. Like a shot from a rifle he charged upon the filly; but the snapped
twig had been enough to startle the timorous quarry, so that they were in
instant flight simultaneously with Numa's charge.
The stallion was last, and with a prodigious leap, the lion catapulted through
the air to seize him; but the snapping twig had robbed Numa of his dinner,
though his mighty talons raked the zebra's glossy rump, leaving four crimson
bars across the beautiful coat.
It was an angry Numa that quitted the river and prowled, fierce, dangerous, and
hungry, into the jungle. Far from particular now was his appetite. Even Dango,
the hyena, would have seemed a tidbit to that ravenous maw. And in this temper
it was that the lion came upon the tribe of Kerchak, the great ape.
One does not look for Numa, the lion, this late in the morning. He should be
lying up asleep beside his last night's kill by now; but Numa had made no kill
last night. He was still hunting, hungrier than ever.
The anthropoids were idling about the clearing, the first keen desire of the
morning's hunger having been satisfied. Numa scented them long before he saw
them. Ordinarily he would have turned away in search of other game, for even
Numa respected the mighty muscles and the sharp fangs of the great bulls of the
tribe of Kerchak, but today he kept on steadily toward them, his bristled snout
wrinkled into a savage snarl.
Without an instant's hesitation, Numa charged the moment he reached a point from
where the apes were visible to him. There were a dozen or more of the hairy,
manlike creatures upon the ground in a little glade. In a tree at one side sat a
brown-skinned youth. He saw Numa's swift charge; he saw the apes turn and flee,
huge bulls trampling upon little balus; only a single she held her ground to
meet the charge, a young she inspired by new motherhood to the great sacrifice
that her balu might escape.
Tarzan leaped from his perch, screaming at the flying bulls beneath and at those
who squatted in the safety of surrounding trees. Had the bulls stood their
ground, Numa would not have carried through that charge unless goaded by great
rage or the gnawing pangs of starvation. Even then he would not have come off
If the bulls heard, they were too slow in responding, for Numa had seized the
mother ape and dragged her into the jungle before the males had sufficiently
collected their wits and their courage to rally in defense of their fellow.
Tarzan's angry voice aroused similar anger in the breasts of the apes. Snarling
and barking they followed Numa into the dense labyrinth of foliage wherein he
sought to hide himself from them. The ape-man was in the lead, moving rapidly
and yet with caution, depending even more upon his ears and nose than upon his
eyes for information of the lion's whereabouts.
The spoor was easy to follow, for the dragged body of the victim left a plain
trail, blood-spattered and scentful. Even such dull creatures as you or I might
easily have followed it. To Tarzan and the apes of Kerchak it was as obvious as
a cement sidewalk.
Tarzan knew that they were nearing the great cat even before he heard an angry
growl of warning just ahead. Calling to the apes to follow his example, he swung
into a tree and a moment later Numa was surrounded by a ring of growling beasts,
well out of reach of his fangs and talons but within plain sight of him. The
carnivore crouched with his fore-quarters upon the she-ape. Tarzan could see
that the latter was already dead; but something within him made it seem quite
necessary to rescue the useless body from the clutches of the enemy and to
He shrieked taunts and insults at Numa, and tearing dead branches from the tree
in which he danced, hurled them at the lion. The apes followed his example. Numa
roared out in rage and vexation. He was hungry, but under such conditions he
could not feed.
The apes, if they had been left to themselves, would doubtless soon have left
the lion to peaceful enjoyment of his feast, for was not the she dead? They
could not restore her to life by throwing sticks at Numa, and they might even
now be feeding in quiet themselves; but Tarzan was of a different mind. Numa
must be punished and driven away. He must be taught that even though he killed a
Mangani, he would not be permitted to feed upon his kill. The man-mind looked
into the future, while the apes perceived only the immediate present. They would
be content to escape today the menace of Numa, while Tarzan saw the necessity,
and the means as well, of safeguarding the days to come.
So he urged the great anthropoids on until Numa was showered with missiles that
kept his head dodging and his voice pealing forth its savage protest; but still
he clung desperately to his kill.
The twigs and branches hurled at Numa, Tarzan soon realized, did not hurt him
greatly even when they struck him, and did not injure him at all, so the ape-man
looked about for more effective missiles, nor did he have to look long. An
out-cropping of decomposed granite not far from Numa suggested ammunition of a
much more painful nature. Calling to the apes to watch him, Tarzan slipped to
the ground and gathered a handful of small fragments. He knew that when once
they had seen him carry out his idea they would be much quicker to follow his
lead than to obey his instructions, were he to command them to procure pieces of
rock and hurl them at Numa, for Tarzan was not then king of the apes of the
tribe of Kerchak. That came in later years. Now he was but a youth, though one
who already had wrested for himself a place in the councils of the savage beasts
among whom a strange fate had cast him. The sullen bulls of the older generation
still hated him as beasts hate those of whom they are suspicious, whose scent
characteristic is the scent characteristic of an alien order and, therefore, of
an enemy order. The younger bulls, those who had grown up through childhood as
his playmates, were as accustomed to Tarzan's scent as to that of any other
member of the tribe. They felt no greater suspicion of him than of any other
bull of their acquaintance; yet they did not love him, for they loved none
outside the mating season, and the animosities aroused by other bulls during
that season lasted well over until the next. They were a morose and peevish band
at best, though here and there were those among them in whom germinated the
primal seeds of humanity—reversions to type, these, doubtless; reversions to the
ancient progenitor who took the first step out of ape-hood toward humanness,
when he walked more often upon his hind feet and discovered other things for
idle hands to do.
So now Tarzan led where he could not yet command. He had long since discovered
the apish propensity for mimicry and learned to make use of it. Having filled
his arms with fragments of rotted granite, he clambered again into a tree, and
it pleased him to see that the apes had followed his example.
During the brief respite while they were gathering their ammunition, Numa had
settled himself to feed; but scarce had he arranged himself and his kill when a
sharp piece of rock hurled by the practiced hand of the ape-man struck him upon
the cheek. His sudden roar of pain and rage was smothered by a volley from the
apes, who had seen Tarzan's act. Numa shook his massive head and glared upward
at his tormentors. For a half hour they pursued him with rocks and broken
branches, and though he dragged his kill into densest thickets, yet they always
found a way to reach him with their missiles, giving him no opportunity to feed,
and driving him on and on.
The hairless ape-thing with the man scent was worst of all, for he had even the
temerity to advance upon the ground to within a few yards of the Lord of the
Jungle, that he might with greater accuracy and force hurl the sharp bits of
granite and the heavy sticks at him. Time and again did Numa charge—sudden,
vicious charges—but the lithe, active tormentor always managed to elude him and
with such insolent ease that the lion forgot even his great hunger in the
consuming passion of his rage, leaving his meat for considerable spaces of time
in vain efforts to catch his enemy.
The apes and Tarzan pursued the great beast to a natural clearing, where Numa
evidently determined to make a last stand, taking up his position in the center
of the open space, which was far enough from any tree to render him practically
immune from the rather erratic throwing of the apes, though Tarzan still found
him with most persistent and aggravating frequency.
This, however, did not suit the ape-man, since Numa now suffered an occasional
missile with no more than a snarl, while he settled himself to partake of his
delayed feast. Tarzan scratched his head, pondering some more effective method
of offense, for he had determined to prevent Numa from profiting in any way
through his attack upon the tribe. The man-mind reasoned against the future,
while the shaggy apes thought only of their present hatred of this ancestral
enemy. Tarzan guessed that should Numa find it an easy thing to snatch a meal
from the tribe of Kerchak, it would be but a short time before their existence
would be one living nightmare of hideous watchfulness and dread. Numa must be
taught that the killing of an ape brought immediate punishment and no rewards.
It would take but a few lessons to insure the former safety of the tribe. This
must be some old lion whose failing strength and agility had forced him to any
prey that he could catch; but even a single lion, undisputed, could exterminate
the tribe, or at least make its existence so precarious and so terrifying that
life would no longer be a pleasant condition.
"Let him hunt among the Gomangani," thought Tarzan. "He will find them easier
prey. I will teach ferocious Numa that he may not hunt the Mangani."
But how to wrest the body of his victim from the feeding lion was the first
question to be solved. At last Tarzan hit upon a plan. To anyone but Tarzan of
the Apes it might have seemed rather a risky plan, and perhaps it did even to
him; but Tarzan rather liked things that contained a considerable element of
danger. At any rate, I rather doubt that you or I would have chosen a similar
plan for foiling an angry and a hungry lion.
Tarzan required assistance in the scheme he had hit upon and his assistant must
be equally as brave and almost as active as he. The ape-man's eyes fell upon
Taug, the playmate of his childhood, the rival in his first love and now, of all
the bulls of the tribe, the only one that might be thought to hold in his savage
brain any such feeling toward Tarzan as we describe among ourselves as
friendship. At least, Tarzan knew, Taug was courageous, and he was young and
agile and wonderfully muscled.
"Taug!" cried the ape-man. The great ape looked up from a dead limb he was
attempting to tear from a lightning-blasted tree. "Go close to Numa and worry
him," said Tarzan. "Worry him until he charges. Lead him away from the body of
Mamka. Keep him away as long as you can."
Taug nodded. He was across the clearing from Tarzan. Wresting the limb at last
from the tree he dropped to the ground and advanced toward Numa, growling and
barking out his insults. The worried lion looked up and rose to his feet. His
tail went stiffly erect and Taug turned in flight, for he knew that warming
signal of the charge.
From behind the lion, Tarzan ran quickly toward the center of the clearing and
the body of Mamka. Numa, all his eyes for Taug, did not see the ape-man. Instead
he shot forward after the fleeing bull, who had turned in flight not an instant
too soon, since he reached the nearest tree but a yard or two ahead of the
pursuing demon. Like a cat the heavy anthropoid scampered up the bole of his
sanctuary. Numa's talons missed him by little more than inches.
For a moment the lion paused beneath the tree, glaring up at the ape and roaring
until the earth trembled, then he turned back again toward his kill, and as he
did so, his tail shot once more to rigid erectness and he charged back even more
ferociously than he had come, for what he saw was the naked man-thing running
toward the farther trees with the bloody carcass of his prey across a giant
The apes, watching the grim race from the safety of the trees, screamed taunts
at Numa and warnings to Tarzan. The high sun, hot and brilliant, fell like a
spotlight upon the actors in the little clearing, portraying them in glaring
relief to the audience in the leafy shadows of the surrounding trees. The
light-brown body of the naked youth, all but hidden by the shaggy carcass of the
killed ape, the red blood streaking his smooth hide, his muscles rolling,
velvety, beneath. Behind him the black-maned lion, head flattened, tail
extended, racing, a jungle thoroughbred, across the sunlit clearing.
Ah, but this was life! With death at his heels, Tarzan thrilled with the joy of
such living as this; but would he reach the trees ahead of the rampant death so
Gunto swung from a limb in a tree before him. Gunto was screaming warnings and
"Catch me!" cried Tarzan, and with his heavy burden leaped straight for the big
bull hanging there by his hind feet and one forepaw. And Gunto caught them—the
big ape-man and the dead weight of the slain she-ape—caught them with one great,
hairy paw and whirled them upward until Tarzan's fingers closed upon a near-by
Beneath, Numa leaped; but Gunto, heavy and awkward as he may have appeared, was
as quick as Manu, the monkey, so that the lion's talons but barely grazed him,
scratching a bloody streak beneath one hairy arm.
Tarzan carried Mamka's corpse to a high crotch, where even Sheeta, the panther,
could not get it. Numa paced angrily back and forth beneath the tree, roaring
frightfully. He had been robbed of his kill and his revenge also. He was very
savage indeed; but his despoilers were well out of his reach, and after hurling
a few taunts and missiles at him they swung away through the trees, fiercely
Tarzan thought much upon the little adventure of that day. He foresaw what might
happen should the great carnivora of the jungle turn their serious attention
upon the tribe of Kerchak, the great ape, but equally he thought upon the wild
scramble of the apes for safety when Numa first charged among them. There is
little humor in the jungle that is not grim and awful. The beasts have little or
no conception of humor; but the young Englishman saw humor in many things which
presented no humorous angle to his associates.
Since earliest childhood he had been a searcher after fun, much to the sorrow of
his fellow-apes, and now he saw the humor of the frightened panic of the apes
and the baffled rage of Numa even in this grim jungle adventure which had robbed
Mamka of life, and jeopardized that of many members of the tribe.
It was but a few weeks later that Sheeta, the panther, made a sudden rush among
the tribe and snatched a little balu from a tree where it had been hidden while
its mother sought food. Sheeta got away with his small prize unmolested. Tarzan
was very wroth. He spoke to the bulls of the ease with which Numa and Sheeta, in
a single moon, had slain two members of the tribe.
"They will take us all for food," he cried. "We hunt as we will through the
jungle, paying no heed to approaching enemies. Even Manu, the monkey, does not
so. He keeps two or three always watching for enemies. Pacco, the zebra, and
Wappi, the antelope, have those about the herd who keep watch while the others
feed, while we, the great Mangani, let Numa, and Sabor, and Sheeta come when
they will and carry us off to feed their balus.
"Gr-r-rmph," said Numgo.
"What are we to do?" asked Taug.
"We, too, should have two or three always watching for the approach of Numa, and
Sabor, and Sheeta," replied Tarzan. "No others need we fear, except Histah, the
snake, and if we watch for the others we will see Histah if he comes, though
gliding ever so silently."
And so it was that the great apes of the tribe of Kerchak posted sentries
thereafter, who watched upon three sides while the tribe hunted, scattered less
than had been their wont.
But Tarzan went abroad alone, for Tarzan was a man-thing and sought amusement
and adventure and such humor as the grim and terrible jungle offers to those who
know it and do not fear it—a weird humor shot with blazing eyes and dappled with
the crimson of lifeblood. While others sought only food and love, Tarzan of the
Apes sought food and joy.
One day he hovered above the palisaded village of Mbonga, the chief, the jet
cannibal of the jungle primeval. He saw, as he had seen many times before, the
witch-doctor, Rabba Kega, decked out in the head and hide of Gorgo, the buffalo.
It amused Tarzan to see a Gomangani parading as Gorgo; but it suggested nothing
in particular to him until he chanced to see stretched against the side of
Mbonga's hut the skin of a lion with the head still on. Then a broad grin
widened the handsome face of the savage beast-youth.
Back into the jungle he went until chance, agility, strength, and cunning backed
by his marvelous powers of perception, gave him an easy meal. If Tarzan felt
that the world owed him a living he also realized that it was for him to collect
it, nor was there ever a better collector than this son of an English lord, who
knew even less of the ways of his forbears than he did of the forbears
themselves, which was nothing.
It was quite dark when Tarzan returned to the village of Mbonga and took his now
polished perch in the tree which overhangs the palisade upon one side of the
walled enclosure. As there was nothing in particular to feast upon in the
village there was little life in the single street, for only an orgy of flesh
and native beer could draw out the people of Mbonga. Tonight they sat gossiping
about their cooking fires, the older members of the tribe; or, if they were
young, paired off in the shadows cast by the palm-thatched huts.
Tarzan dropped lightly into the village, and sneaking stealthily in the
concealment of the denser shadows, approached the hut of the chief, Mbonga. Here
he found that which he sought. There were warriors all about him; but they did
not know that the feared devil-god slunk noiselessly so near them, nor did they
see him possess himself of that which he coveted and depart from their village
as noiselessly as he had come.
Later that night, as Tarzan curled himself for sleep, he lay for a long time
looking up at the burning planets and the twinkling stars and at Goro the moon,
and he smiled. He recalled how ludicrous the great bulls had appeared in their
mad scramble for safety that day when Numa had charged among them and seized
Mamka, and yet he knew them to be fierce and courageous. It was the sudden shock
of surprise that always sent them into a panic; but of this Tarzan was not as
yet fully aware. That was something he was to learn in the near future.
He fell asleep with a broad grin upon his face.
Manu, the monkey, awoke him in the morning by dropping discarded bean pods upon
his upturned face from a branch a short distance above him. Tarzan looked up and
smiled. He had been awakened thus before many times. He and Manu were fairly
good friends, their friendship operating upon a reciprocal basis. Sometimes Manu
would come running early in the morning to awaken Tarzan and tell him that Bara,
the deer, was feeding close at hand, or that Horta, the boar, was asleep in a
mudhole hard by, and in return Tarzan broke open the shells of the harder nuts
and fruits for Manu, or frightened away Histah, the snake, and Sheeta, the
The sun had been up for some time, and the tribe had already wandered off in
search of food. Manu indicated the direction they had taken with a wave of his
hand and a few piping notes of his squeaky little voice.
"Come, Manu," said Tarzan, "and you will see that which shall make you dance for
joy and squeal your wrinkled little head off. Come, follow Tarzan of the Apes."
With that he set off in the direction Manu had indicated and above him,
chattering, scolding and squealing, skipped Manu, the monkey. Across Tarzan's
shoulders was the thing he had stolen from the village of Mbonga, the chief, the
The tribe was feeding in the forest beside the clearing where Gunto, and Taug,
and Tarzan had so harassed Numa and finally taken away from him the fruit of his
kill. Some of them were in the clearing itself. In peace and content they fed,
for were there not three sentries, each watching upon a different side of the
herd? Tarzan had taught them this, and though he had been away for several days
hunting alone, as he often did, or visiting at the cabin by the sea, they had
not as yet forgotten his admonitions, and if they continued for a short time
longer to post sentries, it would become a habit of their tribal life and thus
be perpetuated indefinitely.
But Tarzan, who knew them better than they knew themselves, was confident that
they had ceased to place the watchers about them the moment that he had left
them, and now he planned not only to have a little fun at their expense but to
teach them a lesson in preparedness, which, by the way, is even a more vital
issue in the jungle than in civilized places. That you and I exist today must be
due to the preparedness of some shaggy anthropoid of the Oligocene. Of course
the apes of Kerchak were always prepared, after their own way—Tarzan had merely
suggested a new and additional safeguard.
Gunto was posted today to the north of the clearing. He squatted in the fork of
a tree from where he might view the jungle for quite a distance about him. It
was he who first discovered the enemy. A rustling in the undergrowth attracted
his attention, and a moment later he had a partial view of a shaggy mane and
tawny yellow back. Just a glimpse it was through the matted foliage beneath him;
but it brought from Gunto's leathern lungs a shrill "Kreeg-ah!" which is the ape
for beware, or danger.
Instantly the tribe took up the cry until "Kreeg-ahs!" rang through the jungle
about the clearing as apes swung quickly to places of safety among the lower
branches of the trees and the great bulls hastened in the direction of Gunto.
And then into the clearing strode Numa, the lion—majestic and mighty, and from a
deep chest issued the moan and the cough and the rumbling roar that set stiff
hairs to bristling from shaggy craniums down the length of mighty spines.
Inside the clearing, Numa paused and on the instant there fell upon him from the
trees near by a shower of broken rock and dead limbs torn from age-old trees. A
dozen times he was hit, and then the apes ran down and gathered other rocks,
pelting him unmercifully.
Numa turned to flee, but his way was barred by a fusilade of sharp-cornered
missiles, and then, upon the edge of the clearing, great Taug met him with a
huge fragment of rock as large as a man's head, and down went the Lord of the
Jungle beneath the stunning blow.
With shrieks and roars and loud barkings the great apes of the tribe of Kerchak
rushed upon the fallen lion. Sticks and stones and yellow fangs menaced the
still form. In another moment, before he could regain consciousness, Numa would
be battered and torn until only a bloody mass of broken bones and matted hair
remained of what had once been the most dreaded of jungle creatures.
But even as the sticks and stones were raised above him and the great fangs
bared to tear him, there descended like a plummet from the trees above a
diminutive figure with long, white whiskers and a wrinkled face. Square upon the
body of Numa it alighted and there it danced and screamed and shrieked out its
challenge against the bulls of Kerchak.
For an instant they paused, paralyzed by the wonder of the thing. It was Manu,
the monkey, Manu, the little coward, and here he was daring the ferocity of the
great Mangani, hopping about upon the carcass of Numa, the lion, and crying out
that they must not strike it again.
And when the bulls paused, Manu reached down and seized a tawny ear. With all
his little might he tugged upon the heavy head until slowly it turned back,
revealing the tousled, black head and clean-cut profile of Tarzan of the Apes.
Some of the older apes were for finishing what they had commenced; but Taug,
sullen, mighty Taug, sprang quickly to the ape-man's side and straddling the
unconscious form warned back those who would have struck his childhood playmate.
And Teeka, his mate, came too, taking her place with bared fangs at Taug's side.
Others followed their example, until at last Tarzan was surrounded by a ring of
hairy champions who would permit no enemy to approach him.
It was a surprised and chastened Tarzan who opened his eyes to consciousness a
few minutes later. He looked about him at the surrounding apes and slowly there
returned to him a realization of what had occurred.
Gradually a broad grin illuminated his features. His bruises were many and they
hurt; but the good that had come from his adventure was worth all that it had
cost. He had learned, for instance, that the apes of Kerchak had heeded his
teaching, and he had learned that he had good friends among the sullen beasts
whom he had thought without sentiment. He had discovered that Manu, the
monkey—even little, cowardly Manu—had risked his life in his defense.
It made Tarzan very glad to know these things; but at the other lesson he had
been taught he reddened. He had always been a joker, the only joker in the grim
and terrible company; but now as he lay there half dead from his hurts, he
almost swore a solemn oath forever to forego practical joking—almost; but not
THE BLACKS OF the village of Mbonga, the chief, were feasting, while above them
in a large tree sat Tarzan of the Apes—grim, terrible, empty, and envious.
Hunting had proved poor that day, for there are lean days as well as fat ones
for even the greatest of the jungle hunters. Oftentimes Tarzan went empty for
more than a full sun, and he had passed through entire moons during which he had
been but barely able to stave off starvation; but such times were infrequent.
There once had been a period of sickness among the grass-eaters which had left
the plains almost bare of game for several years, and again the great cats had
increased so rapidly and so overrun the country that their prey, which was also
Tarzan's, had been frightened off for a considerable time.
But for the most part Tarzan had fed well always. Today, though, he had gone
empty, one misfortune following another as rapidly as he raised new quarry, so
that now, as he sat perched in the tree above the feasting blacks, he
experienced all the pangs of famine and his hatred for his lifelong enemies
waxed strong in his breast. It was tantalizing, indeed, to sit there hungry
while these Gomangani filled themselves so full of food that their stomachs
seemed almost upon the point of bursting, and with elephant steaks at that!
It was true that Tarzan and Tantor were the best of friends, and that Tarzan
never yet had tasted of the flesh of the elephant; but the Gomangani evidently
had slain one, and as they were eating of the flesh of their kill, Tarzan was
assailed by no doubts as to the ethics of his doing likewise, should he have the
opportunity. Had he known that the elephant had died of sickness several days
before the blacks discovered the carcass, he might not have been so keen to
partake of the feast, for Tarzan of the Apes was no carrion-eater. Hunger,
however, may blunt the most epicurean taste, and Tarzan was not exactly an
What he was at this moment was a very hungry wild beast whom caution was holding
in leash, for the great cooking pot in the center of the village was surrounded
by black warriors, through whom not even Tarzan of the Apes might hope to pass
unharmed. It would be necessary, therefore, for the watcher to remain there
hungry until the blacks had gorged themselves to stupor, and then, if they had
left any scraps, to make the best meal he could from such; but to the impatient
Tarzan it seemed that the greedy Gomangani would rather burst than leave the
feast before the last morsel had been devoured. For a time they broke the
monotony of eating by executing portions of a hunting dance, a maneuver which
sufficiently stimulated digestion to permit them to fall to once more with
renewed vigor; but with the consumption of appalling quantities of elephant meat
and native beer they presently became too loggy for physical exertion of any
sort, some reaching a stage where they no longer could rise from the ground, but
lay conveniently close to the great cooking pot, stuffing themselves into
It was well past midnight before Tarzan even could begin to see the end of the
orgy. The blacks were now falling asleep rapidly; but a few still persisted.
From before their condition Tarzan had no doubt but that he easily could enter
the village and snatch a handful of meat from before their noses; but a handful
was not what he wanted. Nothing less than a stomachful would allay the gnawing
craving of that great emptiness. He must therefore have ample time to forage in
At last but a single warrior remained true to his ideals—an old fellow whose
once wrinkled belly was now as smooth and as tight as the head of a drum. With
evidences of great discomfort, and even pain, he would crawl toward the pot and
drag himself slowly to his knees, from which position he could reach into the
receptacle and seize a piece of meat. Then he would roll over on his back with a
loud groan and lie there while he slowly forced the food between his teeth and
down into his gorged stomach.
It was evident to Tarzan that the old fellow would eat until he died, or until
there was no more meat. The ape-man shook his head in disgust. What foul
creatures were these Gomangani? Yet of all the jungle folk they alone resembled
Tarzan closely in form. Tarzan was a man, and they, too, must be some manner of
men, just as the little monkeys, and the great apes, and Bolgani, the gorilla,
were quite evidently of one great family, though differing in size and
appearance and customs. Tarzan was ashamed, for of all the beasts of the jungle,
then, man was the most disgusting—man and Dango, the hyena. Only man and Dango
ate until they swelled up like a dead rat. Tarzan had seen Dango eat his way
into the carcass of a dead elephant and then continue to eat so much that he had
been unable to get out of the hole through which he had entered. Now he could
readily believe that man, given the opportunity, would do the same. Man, too,
was the most unlovely of creatures—with his skinny legs and his big stomach, his
filed teeth, and his thick, red lips. Man was disgusting. Tarzan's gaze was
riveted upon the hideous old warrior wallowing in filth beneath him.
There! the thing was struggling to its knees to reach for another morsel of
flesh. It groaned aloud in pain and yet it persisted in eating, eating, ever
eating. Tarzan could endure it no longer—neither his hunger nor his disgust.
Silently he slipped to the ground with the bole of the great tree between
himself and the feaster.
The man was still kneeling, bent almost double in agony, before the cooking pot.
His back was toward the ape-man. Swiftly and noiselessly Tarzan approached him.
There was no sound as steel fingers closed about the black throat. The struggle
was short, for the man was old and already half stupefied from the effects of
the gorging and the beer.
Tarzan dropped the inert mass and scooped several large pieces of meat from the
cooking pot—enough to satisfy even his great hunger—then he raised the body of
the feaster and shoved it into the vessel. When the other blacks awoke they
would have something to think about! Tarzan grinned. As he turned toward the
tree with his meat, he picked up a vessel containing beer and raised it to his
lips, but at the first taste he spat the stuff from his mouth and tossed the
primitive tankard aside. He was quite sure that even Dango would draw the line
at such filthy tasting drink as that, and his contempt for man increased with
Tarzan swung off into the jungle some half mile or so before he paused to
partake of his stolen food. He noticed that it gave forth a strange and
unpleasant odor, but assumed that this was due to the fact that it had stood in
a vessel of water above a fire. Tarzan was, of course, unaccustomed to cooked
food. He did not like it; but he was very hungry and had eaten a considerable
portion of his haul before it was really borne in upon him that the stuff was
nauseating. It required far less than he had imagined it would to satisfy his
Throwing the balance to the ground he curled up in a convenient crotch and
sought slumber; but slumber seemed difficult to woo. Ordinarily Tarzan of the
Apes was asleep as quickly as a dog after it curls itself upon a hearthrug
before a roaring blaze; but tonight he squirmed and twisted, for at the pit of
his stomach was a peculiar feeling that resembled nothing more closely than an
attempt upon the part of the fragments of elephant meat reposing there to come
out into the night and search for their elephant; but Tarzan was adamant. He
gritted his teeth and held them back. He was not to be robbed of his meal after
waiting so long to obtain it.
He had succeeded in dozing when the roaring of a lion awoke him. He sat up to
discover that it was broad daylight. Tarzan rubbed his eyes. Could it be that he
had really slept? He did not feel particularly refreshed as he should have after
a good sleep. A noise attracted his attention, and he looked down to see a lion
standing at the foot of the tree gazing hungrily at him. Tarzan made a face at
the king of beasts, whereat Numa, greatly to the ape-man's surprise, started to
climb up into the branches toward him. Now, never before had Tarzan seen a lion
climb a tree, yet, for some unaccountable reason, he was not greatly surprised
that this particular lion should do so.
As the lion climbed slowly toward him, Tarzan sought higher branches; but to his
chagrin, he discovered that it was with the utmost difficulty that he could
climb at all. Again and again he slipped back, losing all that he had gained,
while the lion kept steadily at his climbing, coming ever closer and closer to
the ape-man. Tarzan could see the hungry light in the yellow-green eyes. He
could see the slaver on the drooping jowls, and the great fangs agape to seize
and destroy him. Clawing desperately, the ape-man at last succeeded in gaining a
little upon his pursuer. He reached the more slender branches far aloft where he
well knew no lion could follow; yet on and on came devil-faced Numa. It was
incredible; but it was true. Yet what most amazed Tarzan was that though he
realized the incredibility of it all, he at the same time accepted it as a
matter of course, first that a lion should climb at all and second that he
should enter the upper terraces where even Sheeta, the panther, dared not
To the very top of a tall tree the ape-man clawed his awkward way and after him
came Numa, the lion, moaning dismally. At last Tarzan stood balanced upon the
very utmost pinnacle of a swaying branch, high above the forest. He could go no
farther. Below him the lion came steadily upward, and Tarzan of the Apes
realized that at last the end had come. He could not do battle upon a tiny
branch with Numa, the lion, especially with such a Numa, to which swaying
branches two hundred feet above the ground provided as substantial footing as
the ground itself.
Nearer and nearer came the lion. Another moment and he could reach up with one
great paw and drag the ape-man downward to those awful jaws. A whirring noise
above his head caused Tarzan to glance apprehensively upward. A great bird was
circling close above him. He never had seen so large a bird in all his life, yet
he recognized it immediately, for had he not seen it hundreds of times in one of
the books in the little cabin by the land-locked bay—the moss-grown cabin that
with its contents was the sole heritage left by his dead and unknown father to
the young Lord Greystoke?
In the picture-book the great bird was shown flying far above the ground with a
small child in its talons while, beneath, a distracted mother stood with
uplifted hands. The lion was already reaching forth a taloned paw to seize him
when the bird swooped and buried no less formidable talons in Tarzan's back. The
pain was numbing; but it was with a sense of relief that the ape-man felt
himself snatched from the clutches of Numa.
With a great whirring of wings the bird rose rapidly until the forest lay far
below. It made Tarzan sick and dizzy to look down upon it from so great a
height, so he closed his eyes tight and held his breath. Higher and higher
climbed the huge bird. Tarzan opened his eyes. The jungle was so far away that
he could see only a dim, green blur below him, but just above and quite close
was the sun. Tarzan reached out his hands and warmed them, for they were very
cold. Then a sudden madness seized him. Where was the bird taking him? Was he to
submit thus passively to a feathered creature however enormous? Was he, Tarzan
of the Apes, mighty fighter, to die without striking a blow in his own defense?
He snatched the hunting blade from his gee-string and thrusting upward drove it
once, twice, thrice into the breast above him. The mighty wings fluttered a few
more times, spasmodically, the talons relaxed their hold, and Tarzan of the Apes
fell hurtling downward toward the distant jungle.
It seemed to the ape-man that he fell for many minutes before he crashed through
the leafy verdure of the tree tops. The smaller branches broke his fall, so that
he came to rest for an instant upon the very branch upon which he had sought
slumber the previous night. For an instant he toppled there in a frantic attempt
to regain his equilibrium; but at last he rolled off, yet, clutching wildly, he
succeeded in grasping the branch and hanging on.
Once more he opened his eyes, which he had closed during the fall. Again it was
night. With all his old agility he clambered back to the crotch from which he
had toppled. Below him a lion roared, and, looking downward, Tarzan could see
the yellow-green eyes shining in the moonlight as they bored hungrily upward
through the darkness of the jungle night toward him.
The ape-man gasped for breath. Cold sweat stood out from every pore, there was a
great sickness at the pit of Tarzan's stomach. Tarzan of the Apes had dreamed
his first dream.
For a long time he sat watching for Numa to climb into the tree after him, and
listening for the sound of the great wings from above, for to Tarzan of the Apes
his dream was a reality.
He could not believe what he had seen and yet, having seen even these incredible
things, he could not disbelieve the evidence of his own perceptions. Never in
all his life had Tarzan's senses deceived him badly, and so, naturally, he had
great faith in them. Each perception which ever had been transmitted to Tarzan's
brain had been, with varying accuracy, a true perception. He could not conceive
of the possibility of apparently having passed through such a weird adventure in
which there was no grain of truth. That a stomach, disordered by decayed
elephant flesh, a lion roaring in the jungle, a picture-book, and sleep could
have so truly portrayed all the clear-cut details of what he had seemingly
experienced was quite beyond his knowledge; yet he knew that Numa could not
climb a tree, he knew that there existed in the jungle no such bird as he had
seen, and he knew, too, that he could not have fallen a tiny fraction of the
distance he had hurtled downward, and lived.
To say the least, he was a very puzzled Tarzan as he tried to compose himself
once more for slumber—a very puzzled and a very nauseated Tarzan.
As he thought deeply upon the strange occurrences of the night, he witnessed
another remarkable happening. It was indeed quite preposterous, yet he saw it
all with his own eyes—it was nothing less than Histah, the snake, wreathing his
sinuous and slimy way up the bole of the tree below him—Histah, with the head of
the old man Tarzan had shoved into the cooking pot—the head and the round,
tight, black, distended stomach. As the old man's frightful face, with upturned
eyes, set and glassy, came close to Tarzan, the jaws opened to seize him. The
ape-man struck furiously at the hideous face, and as he struck the apparition
Tarzan sat straight up upon his branch trembling in every limb, wide-eyed and
panting. He looked all around him with his keen, jungle-trained eyes, but he saw
naught of the old man with the body of Histah, the snake, but on his naked thigh
the ape-man saw a caterpillar, dropped from a branch above him. With a grimace
he flicked it off into the darkness beneath.
And so the night wore on, dream following dream, nightmare following nightmare,
until the distracted ape-man started like a frightened deer at the rustling of
the wind in the trees about him, or leaped to his feet as the uncanny laugh of a
hyena burst suddenly upon a momentary jungle silence. But at last the tardy
morning broke and a sick and feverish Tarzan wound sluggishly through the dank
and gloomy mazes of the forest in search of water. His whole body seemed on
fire, a great sickness surged upward to his throat. He saw a tangle of almost
impenetrable thicket, and, like the wild beast he was, he crawled into it to die
alone and unseen, safe from the attacks of predatory carnivora.
But he did not die. For a long time he wanted to; but presently nature and an
outraged stomach relieved themselves in their own therapeutic manner, the
ape-man broke into a violent perspiration and then fell into a normal and
untroubled sleep which persisted well into the afternoon. When he awoke he found
himself weak but no longer sick.
Once more he sought water, and after drinking deeply, took his way slowly toward
the cabin by the sea. In times of loneliness and trouble it had long been his
custom to seek there the quiet and restfulness which he could find nowhere else.
As he approached the cabin and raised the crude latch which his father had
fashioned so many years before, two small, blood-shot eyes watched him from the
concealing foliage of the jungle close by. From beneath shaggy, beetling brows
they glared maliciously upon him, maliciously and with a keen curiosity; then
Tarzan entered the cabin and closed the door after him. Here, with all the world
shut out from him, he could dream without fear of interruption. He could curl up
and look at the pictures in the strange things which were books, he could puzzle
out the printed word he had learned to read without knowledge of the spoken
language it represented, he could live in a wonderful world of which he had no
knowledge beyond the covers of his beloved books. Numa and Sabor might prowl
about close to him, the elements might rage in all their fury; but here at
least, Tarzan might be entirely off his guard in a delightful relaxation which
gave him all his faculties for the uninterrupted pursuit of this greatest of all
Today he turned to the picture of the huge bird which bore off the little
Tarmangani in its talons. Tarzan puckered his brows as he examined the colored
print. Yes, this was the very bird that had carried him off the day before, for
to Tarzan the dream had been so great a reality that he still thought another
day and a night had passed since he had lain down in the tree to sleep.
But the more he thought upon the matter the less positive he was as to the
verity of the seeming adventure through which he had passed, yet where the real
had ceased and the unreal commenced he was quite unable to determine. Had he
really then been to the village of the blacks at all, had he killed the old
Gomangani, had he eaten of the elephant meat, had he been sick? Tarzan scratched
his tousled black head and wondered. It was all very strange, yet he knew that
he never had seen Numa climb a tree, or Histah with the head and belly of an old
black man whom Tarzan already had slain.
Finally, with a sigh he gave up trying to fathom the unfathomable, yet in his
heart of hearts he knew that something had come into his life that he never
before had experienced, another life which existed when he slept and the
consciousness of which was carried over into his waking hours.
Then he commenced to wonder if some of these strange creatures which he met in
his sleep might not slay him, for at such times Tarzan of the Apes seemed to be
a different Tarzan, sluggish, helpless and timid—wishing to flee his enemies as
fled Bara, the deer, most fearful of creatures.
Thus, with a dream, came the first faint tinge of a knowledge of fear, a
knowledge which Tarzan, awake, had never experienced, and perhaps he was
experiencing what his early forbears passed through and transmitted to posterity
in the form of superstition first and religion later; for they, as Tarzan, had
seen things at night which they could not explain by the daylight standards of
sense perception or of reason, and so had built for themselves a weird
explanation which included grotesque shapes, possessed of strange and uncanny
powers, to whom they finally came to attribute all those inexplicable phenomena
of nature which with each recurrence filled them with awe, with wonder, or with
And as Tarzan concentrated his mind on the little bugs upon the printed page
before him, the active recollection of the strange adventures presently merged
into the text of that which he was reading—a story of Bolgani, the gorilla, in
captivity. There was a more or less lifelike illustration of Bolgani in colors
and in a cage, with many remarkable looking Tarmangani standing against a rail
and peering curiously at the snarling brute. Tarzan wondered not a little, as he
always did, at the odd and seemingly useless array of colored plumage which
covered the bodies of the Tarmangani. It always caused him to grin a trifle when
he looked at these strange creatures. He wondered if they so covered their
bodies from shame of their hairlessness or because they thought the odd things
they wore added any to the beauty of their appearance. Particularly was Tarzan
amused by the grotesque headdresses of the pictured people. He wondered how some
of the shes succeeded in balancing theirs in an upright position, and he came as
near to laughing aloud as he ever had, as he contemplated the funny little round
things upon the heads of the hes.
Slowly the ape-man picked out the meaning of the various combinations of letters
on the printed page, and as he read, the little bugs, for as such he always
thought of the letters, commenced to run about in a most confusing manner,
blurring his vision and befuddling his thoughts. Twice he brushed the back of a
hand smartly across his eyes; but only for a moment could he bring the bugs back
to coherent and intelligible form. He had slept ill the night before and now he
was exhausted from loss of sleep, from sickness, and from the slight fever he
had had, so that it became more and more difficult to fix his attention, or to
keep his eyes open.
Tarzan realized that he was falling asleep, and just as the realization was
borne in upon him and he had decided to relinquish himself to an inclination
which had assumed almost the proportions of a physical pain, he was aroused by
the opening of the cabin door. Turning quickly toward the interruption Tarzan
was amazed, for a moment, to see bulking large in the doorway the huge and hairy
form of Bolgani, the gorilla.
Now there was scarcely a denizen of the great jungle with whom Tarzan would
rather not have been cooped up inside the small cabin than Bolgani, the gorilla,
yet he felt no fear, even though his quick eye noted that Bolgani was in the
throes of that jungle madness which seizes upon so many of the fiercer males.
Ordinarily the huge gorillas avoid conflict, hide themselves from the other
jungle folk, and are generally the best of neighbors; but when they are
attacked, or the madness seizes them, there is no jungle denizen so bold and
fierce as to deliberately seek a quarrel with them.
But for Tarzan there was no escape. Bolgani was glowering at him from
red-rimmed, wicked eyes. In a moment he would rush in and seize the ape-man.
Tarzan reached for the hunting knife where he had lain it on the table beside
him; but as his fingers did not immediately locate the weapon, he turned a quick
glance in search of it. As he did so his eyes fell upon the book he had been
looking at which still lay open at the picture of Bolgani. Tarzan found his
knife, but he merely fingered it idly and grinned in the direction of the
Not again would he be fooled by empty things which came while he slept! In a
moment, no doubt, Bolgani would turn into Pamba, the rat, with the head of
Tantor, the elephant. Tarzan had seen enough of such strange happenings recently
to have some idea as to what he might expect; but this time Bolgani did not
alter his form as he came slowly toward the young ape-man.
Tarzan was a bit puzzled, too, that he felt no desire to rush frantically to
some place of safety, as had been the sensation most conspicuous in the other of
his new and remarkable adventures. He was just himself now, ready to fight, if
necessary; but still sure that no flesh and blood gorilla stood before him.
The thing should be fading away into thin air by now, thought Tarzan, or
changing into something else; yet it did not. Instead it loomed clear-cut and
real as Bolgani himself, the magnificent dark coat glistening with life and
health in a bar of sunlight which shot across the cabin through the high window
behind the young Lord Greystoke. This was quite the most realistic of his sleep
adventures, thought Tarzan, as he passively awaited the next amusing incident.
And then the gorilla charged. Two mighty, calloused hands seized upon the
ape-man, great fangs were bared close to his face, a hideous growl burst from
the cavernous throat and hot breath fanned Tarzan's cheek, and still he sat
grinning at the apparition. Tarzan might be fooled once or twice, but not for so
many times in succession! He knew that this Bolgani was no real Bolgani, for had
he been he never could have gained entrance to the cabin, since only Tarzan knew
how to operate the latch.
The gorilla seemed puzzled by the strange passivity of the hairless ape. He
paused an instant with his jaws snarling close to the other's throat, then he
seemed suddenly to come to some decision. Whirling the ape-man across a hairy
shoulder, as easily as you or I might lift a babe in arms, Bolgani turned and
dashed out into the open, racing toward the great trees.
Now, indeed, was Tarzan sure that this was a sleep adventure, and so grinned
largely as the giant gorilla bore him, unresisting, away. Presently, reasoned
Tarzan, he would awaken and find himself back in the cabin where he had fallen
asleep. He glanced back at the thought and saw the cabin door standing wide
open. This would never do! Always had he been careful to close and latch it
against wild intruders. Manu, the monkey, would make sad havoc there among
Tarzan's treasures should he have access to the interior for even a few minutes.
The question which arose in Tarzan's mind was a baffling one. Where did sleep
adventures end and reality commence? How was he to be sure that the cabin door
was not really open? Everything about him appeared quite normal—there were none
of the grotesque exaggerations of his former sleep adventures. It would be
better then to be upon the safe side and make sure that the cabin door was
closed—it would do no harm even if all that seemed to be happening were not
happening at all.
Tarzan essayed to slip from Bolgani's shoulder; but the great beast only growled
ominously and gripped him tighter. With a mighty effort the ape-man wrenched
himself loose, and as he slid to the ground, the dream gorilla turned
ferociously upon him, seized him once more and buried great fangs in a sleek,
The grin of derision faded from Tarzan's lips as the pain and the hot blood
aroused his fighting instincts. Asleep or awake, this thing was no longer a
joke! Biting, tearing, and snarling, the two rolled over upon the ground. The
gorilla now was frantic with insane rage. Again and again he loosed his hold
upon the ape-man's shoulder in an attempt to seize the jugular; but Tarzan of
the Apes had fought before with creatures who struck first for the vital vein,
and each time he wriggled out of harm's way as he strove to get his fingers upon
his adversary's throat. At last he succeeded—his great muscles tensed and
knotted beneath his smooth hide as he forced with every ounce of his mighty
strength to push the hairy torso from him. And as he choked Bolgani and strained
him away, his other hand crept slowly upward between them until the point of the
hunting knife rested over the savage heart—there was a quick movement of the
steel-thewed wrist and the blade plunged to its goal.
Bolgani, the gorilla, voiced a single frightful shriek, tore himself loose from
the grasp of the ape-man, rose to his feet, staggered a few steps and then
plunged to earth. There were a few spasmodic movements of the limbs and the
brute was still.
Tarzan of the Apes stood looking down upon his kill, and as he stood there he
ran his fingers through his thick, black shock of hair. Presently he stooped and
touched the dead body. Some of the red life-blood of the gorilla crimsoned his
fingers. He raised them to his nose and sniffed. Then he shook his head and
turned toward the cabin. The door was still open. He closed it and fastened the
latch. Returning toward the body of his kill he again paused and scratched his
If this was a sleep adventure, what then was reality? How was he to know the one
from the other? How much of all that had happened in his life had been real and
how much unreal?
He placed a foot upon the prostrate form and raising his face to the heavens
gave voice to the kill cry of the bull ape. Far in the distance a lion answered.
It was very real and, yet, he did not know. Puzzled, he turned away into the
No, he did not know what was real and what was not; but there was one thing that
he did know—never again would he eat of the flesh of Tantor, the elephant.
The Battle for Teeka
THE DAY WAS perfect. A cool breeze tempered the heat of the equatorial sun.
Peace had reigned within the tribe for weeks and no alien enemy had trespassed
upon its preserves from without. To the ape-mind all this was sufficient
evidence that the future would be identical with the immediate past—that Utopia
The sentinels, now from habit become a fixed tribal custom, either relaxed their
vigilance or entirely deserted their posts, as the whim seized them. The tribe
was far scattered in search of food. Thus may peace and prosperity undermine the
safety of the most primitive community even as it does that of the most
Even the individuals became less watchful and alert, so that one might have
thought Numa and Sabor and Sheeta entirely deleted from the scheme of things.
The shes and the balus roamed unguarded through the sullen jungle, while the
greedy males foraged far afield, and thus it was that Teeka and Gazan, her balu,
hunted upon the extreme southern edge of the tribe with no great male near them.
Still farther south there moved through the forest a sinister figure—a huge bull
ape, maddened by solitude and defeat. A week before he had contended for the
kingship of a tribe far distant, and now battered, and still sore, he roamed the
wilderness an outcast. Later he might return to his own tribe and submit to the
will of the hairy brute he had attempted to dethrone; but for the time being he
dared not do so, since he had sought not only the crown but the wives, as well,
of his lord and master. It would require an entire moon at least to bring
forgetfulness to him he had wronged, and so Toog wandered a strange jungle,
grim, terrible, hate-filled.
It was in this mental state that Toog came unexpectedly upon a young she feeding
alone in the jungle—a stranger she, lithe and strong and beautiful beyond
compare. Toog caught his breath and slunk quickly to one side of the trail where
the dense foliage of the tropical underbrush concealed him from Teeka while
permitting him to feast his eyes upon her loveliness.
But not alone were they concerned with Teeka—they roved the surrounding jungle
in search of the bulls and cows and balus of her tribe, though principally for
the bulls. When one covets a she of an alien tribe one must take into
consideration the great, fierce, hairy guardians who seldom wander far from
their wards and who will fight a stranger to the death in protection of the mate
or offspring of a fellow, precisely as they would fight for their own.
Toog could see no sign of any ape other than the strange she and a young balu
playing near by. His wicked, blood-shot eyes half closed as they rested upon the
charms of the former—as for the balu, one snap of those great jaws upon the back
of its little neck would prevent it from raising any unnecessary alarm.
Toog was a fine, big male, resembling in many ways Teeka's mate, Taug. Each was
in his prime, and each was wonderfully muscled, perfectly fanged and as
horrifyingly ferocious as the most exacting and particular she could wish. Had
Toog been of her own tribe, Teeka might as readily have yielded to him as to
Taug when her mating time arrived; but now she was Taug's and no other male
could claim her without first defeating Taug in personal combat. And even then
Teeka retained some rights in the matter. If she did not favor a correspondent,
she could enter the lists with her rightful mate and do her part toward
discouraging his advances, a part, too, which would prove no mean assistance to
her lord and master, for Teeka, even though her fangs were smaller than a
male's, could use them to excellent effect.
Just now Teeka was occupied in a fascinating search for beetles, to the
exclusion of all else. She did not realize how far she and Gazan had become
separated from the balance of the tribe, nor were her defensive senses upon the
alert as they should have been. Months of immunity from danger under the
protecting watchfulness of the sentries, which Tarzan had taught the tribe to
post, had lulled them all into a sense of peaceful security based on that
fallacy which has wrecked many enlightened communities in the past and will
continue to wreck others in the future—that because they have not been attacked
they never will be.
Toog, having satisfied himself that only the she and her balu were in the
immediate vicinity, crept stealthily forward. Teeka's back was toward him when
he finally rushed upon her; but her senses were at last awakened to the presence
of danger and she wheeled to face the strange bull just before he reached her.
Toog halted a few paces from her. His anger had fled before the seductive
feminine charms of the stranger. He made conciliatory noises—a species of
clucking sound with his broad, flat lips—that were, too, not greatly dissimilar
to that which might be produced in an osculatory solo.
But Teeka only bared her fangs and growled. Little Gazan started to run toward
his mother, but she warned him away with a quick "Kreeg-ah!" telling him to run
high into a tall tree. Evidently Teeka was not favorably impressed by her new
suitor. Toog realized this and altered his methods accordingly. He swelled his
giant chest, beat upon it with his calloused knuckles and swaggered to and fro
"I am Toog," he boasted. "Look at my fighting fangs. Look at my great arms and
my mighty legs. With one bite I can slay your biggest bull. Alone have I slain
Sheeta. I am Toog. Toog wants you." Then he waited for the effect, nor did he
have long to wait. Teeka turned with a swiftness which belied her great weight
and bolted in the opposite direction. Toog, with an angry growl, leaped in
pursuit; but the smaller, lighter female was too fleet for him. He chased her
for a few yards and then, foaming and barking, he halted and beat upon the
ground with his hard fists.
From the tree above him little Gazan looked down and witnessed the stranger
bull's discomfiture. Being young, and thinking himself safe above the reach of
the heavy male, Gazan screamed an ill-timed insult at their tormentor. Toog
looked up. Teeka had halted at a little distance—she would not go far from her
balu; that Toog quickly realized and as quickly determined to take advantage of.
He saw that the tree in which the young ape squatted was isolated and that Gazan
could not reach another without coming to earth. He would obtain the mother
through her love for her young.
He swung himself into the lower branches of the tree. Little Gazan ceased to
insult him; his expression of deviltry changed to one of apprehension, which was
quickly followed by fear as Toog commenced to ascend toward him. Teeka screamed
to Gazan to climb higher, and the little fellow scampered upward among the tiny
branches which would not support the weight of the great bull; but nevertheless
Toog kept on climbing. Teeka was not fearful. She knew that he could not ascend
far enough to reach Gazan, so she sat at a little distance from the tree and
applied jungle opprobrium to him. Being a female, she was a past master of the
But she did not know the malevolent cunning of Toog's little brain. She took it
for granted that the bull would climb as high as he could toward Gazan and then,
finding that he could not reach him, resume his pursuit of her, which she knew
would prove equally fruitless. So sure was she of the safety of her balu and her
own ability to take care of herself that she did not voice the cry for help
which would soon have brought the other members of the tribe flocking to her
Toog slowly reached the limit to which he dared risk his great weight to the
slender branches. Gazan was still fifteen feet above him. The bull braced
himself and seized the main branch in his powerful hands, then he commenced
shaking it vigorously. Teeka was appalled. Instantly she realized what the bull
purposed. Gazan clung far out upon a swaying limb. At the first shake he lost
his balance, though he did not quite fall, clinging still with his four hands;
but Toog redoubled his efforts; the shaking produced a violent snapping of the
limb to which the young ape clung. Teeka saw all too plainly what the outcome
must be and forgetting her own danger in the depth of her mother love, rushed
forward to ascend the tree and give battle to the fearsome creature that menaced
the life of her little one.
But before ever she reached the bole, Toog had succeeded, by violent shaking of
the branch, to loosen Gazan's hold. With a cry the little fellow plunged down
through the foliage, clutching futilely for a new hold, and alighted with a
sickening thud at his mother's feet, where he lay silent and motionless.
Moaning, Teeka stooped to lift the still form in her arms; but at the same
instant Toog was upon her.
Struggling and biting she fought to free herself; but the giant muscles of the
great bull were too much for her lesser strength. Toog struck and choked her
repeatedly until finally, half unconscious, she lapsed into quasi submission.
Then the bull lifted her to his shoulder and turned back to the trail toward the
south from whence he had come.
Upon the ground lay the quiet form of little Gazan. He did not moan. He did not
move. The sun rose slowly toward meridian. A mangy thing, lifting its nose to
scent the jungle breeze, crept through the underbrush. It was Dango, the hyena.
Presently its ugly muzzle broke through some near-by foliage and its cruel eyes
fastened upon Gazan.
Early that morning, Tarzan of the Apes had gone to the cabin by the sea, where
he passed many an hour at such times as the tribe was ranging in the vicinity.
On the floor lay the skeleton of a man—all that remained of the former Lord
Greystoke—lay as it had fallen some twenty years before when Kerchak, the great
ape, had thrown it, lifeless, there. Long since had the termites and the small
rodents picked clean the sturdy English bones. For years Tarzan had seen it
lying there, giving it no more attention than he gave the countless thousand
bones that strewed his jungle haunts. On the bed another, smaller, skeleton
reposed and the youth ignored it as he ignored the other. How could he know that
the one had been his father, the other his mother? The little pile of bones in
the rude cradle, fashioned with such loving care by the former Lord Greystoke,
meant nothing to him—that one day that little skull was to help prove his right
to a proud title was as far beyond his ken as the satellites of the suns of
Orion. To Tarzan they were bones—just bones. He did not need them, for there was
no meat left upon them, and they were not in his way, for he knew no necessity
for a bed, and the skeleton upon the floor he easily could step over.
Today he was restless. He turned the pages first of one book and then of
another. He glanced at pictures which he knew by heart, and tossed the books
aside. He rummaged for the thousandth time in the cupboard. He took out a bag
which contained several small, round pieces of metal. He had played with them
many times in the years gone by; but always he replaced them carefully in the
bag, and the bag in the cupboard, upon the very shelf where first he had
discovered it. In strange ways did heredity manifest itself in the ape-man. Come
of an orderly race, he himself was orderly without knowing why. The apes dropped
things wherever their interest in them waned—in the tall grass or from the
high-flung branches of the trees. What they dropped they sometimes found again,
by accident; but not so the ways of Tarzan. For his few belongings he had a
place and scrupulously he returned each thing to its proper place when he was
done with it. The round pieces of metal in the little bag always interested him.
Raised pictures were upon either side, the meaning of which he did not quite
understand. The pieces were bright and shiny. It amused him to arrange them in
various figures upon the table. Hundreds of times had he played thus. Today,
while so engaged, he dropped a lovely yellow piece—an English sovereign—which
rolled beneath the bed where lay all that was mortal of the once beautiful Lady
True to form, Tarzan at once dropped to his hands and knees and searched beneath
the bed for the lost gold piece. Strange as it might appear, he had never before
looked beneath the bed. He found the gold piece, and something else he found,
too—a small wooden box with a loose cover. Bringing them both out he returned
the sovereign to its bag and the bag to its shelf within the cupboard; then he
investigated the box. It contained a quantity of cylindrical bits of metal,
cone-shaped at one end and flat at the other, with a projecting rim. They were
all quite green and dull, coated with years of verdigris.
Tarzan removed a handful of them from the box and examined them. He rubbed one
upon another and discovered that the green came off, leaving a shiny surface for
two-thirds of their length and a dull gray over the cone-shaped end. Finding a
bit of wood he rubbed one of the cylinders rapidly and was rewarded by a
lustrous sheen which pleased him.
At his side hung a pocket pouch taken from the body of one of the numerous black
warriors he had slain. Into this pouch he put a handful of the new playthings,
thinking to polish them at his leisure; then he replaced the box beneath the
bed, and finding nothing more to amuse him, left the cabin and started back in
the direction of the tribe.
Shortly before he reached them he heard a great commotion ahead of him—the loud
screams of shes and balus, the savage, angry barking and growling of the great
bulls. Instantly he increased his speed, for the "Kreeg-ahs" that came to his
ears warned him that something was amiss with his fellows.
While Tarzan had been occupied with his own devices in the cabin of his dead
sire, Taug, Teeka's mighty mate, had been hunting a mile to the north of the
tribe. At last, his belly filled, he had turned lazily back toward the clearing
where he had last seen the tribe and presently commenced passing its members
scattered alone or in twos or threes. Nowhere did he see Teeka or Gazan, and
soon he began inquiring of the other apes where they might be; but none had seen
Now the lower orders are not highly imaginative. They do not, as you and I,
paint vivid mental pictures of things which might have occurred, and so Taug did
not now apprehend that any misfortune had overtaken his mate and their
off-spring—he merely knew that he wished to find Teeka that he might lie down in
the shade and have her scratch his back while his breakfast digested; but though
he called to her and searched for her and asked each whom he met, he could find
no trace of Teeka, nor of Gazan either.
He was beginning to become peeved and had about made up his mind to chastise
Teeka for wandering so far afield when he wanted her. He was moving south along
a game trail, his calloused soles and knuckles giving forth no sound, when he
came upon Dango at the opposite side of a small clearing. The eater of carrion
did not see Taug, for all his eyes were for something which lay in the grass
beneath a tree—something upon which he was sneaking with the cautious stealth of
Taug, always cautious himself, as it behooves one to be who fares up and down
the jungle and desires to survive, swung noiselessly into a tree, where he could
have a better view of the clearing. He did not fear Dango; but he wanted to see
what it was that Dango stalked. In a way, possibly, he was actuated as much by
curiosity as by caution.
And when Taug reached a place in the branches from which he could have an
unobstructed view of the clearing he saw Dango already sniffing at something
directly beneath him—something which Taug instantly recognized as the lifeless
form of his little Gazan.
With a cry so frightful, so bestial, that it momentarily paralyzed the startled
Dango, the great ape launched his mighty bulk upon the surprised hyena. With a
cry and a snarl, Dango, crushed to earth, turned to tear at his assailant; but
as effectively might a sparrow turn upon a hawk. Taug's great, gnarled fingers
closed upon the hyena's throat and back, his jaws snapped once on the mangy
neck, crushing the vertebrae, and then he hurled the dead body contemptuously
Again he raised his voice in the call of the bull ape to its mate, but there was
no reply; then he leaned down to sniff at the body of Gazan. In the breast of
this savage, hideous beast there beat a heart which was moved, however slightly,
by the same emotions of paternal love which affect us. Even had we no actual
evidence of this, we must know it still, since only thus might be explained the
survival of the human race in which the jealousy and selfishness of the bulls
would, in the earliest stages of the race, have wiped out the young as rapidly
as they were brought into the world had not God implanted in the savage bosom
that paternal love which evidences itself most strongly in the protective
instinct of the male.
In Taug the protective instinct was not alone highly developed; but affection
for his offspring as well, for Taug was an unusually intelligent specimen of
these great, manlike apes which the natives of the Gobi speak of in whispers;
but which no white man ever had seen, or, if seeing, lived to tell of until
Tarzan of the Apes came among them.
And so Taug felt sorrow as any other father might feel sorrow at the loss of a
little child. To you little Gazan might have seemed a hideous and repulsive
creature, but to Taug and Teeka he was as beautiful and as cute as is your
little Mary or Johnnie or Elizabeth Ann to you, and he was their firstborn,
their only balu, and a he—three things which might make a young ape the apple of
any fond father's eye.
For a moment Taug sniffed at the quiet little form. With his muzzle and his
tongue he smoothed and caressed the rumpled coat. From his savage lips broke a
low moan; but quickly upon the heels of sorrow came the overmastering desire for
Leaping to his feet he screamed out a volley of "Kreegahs," punctuated from time
to time by the blood-freezing cry of an angry, challenging bull—a rage-mad bull
with the blood lust strong upon him.
Answering his cries came the cries of the tribe as they swung through the trees
toward him. It was these that Tarzan heard on his return from his cabin, and in
reply to them he raised his own voice and hurried forward with increased speed
until he fairly flew through the middle terraces of the forest.
When at last he came upon the tribe he saw their members gathered about Taug and
something which lay quietly upon the ground. Dropping among them, Tarzan
approached the center of the group. Taug was still roaring out his challenges;
but when he saw Tarzan he ceased and stooping picked up Gazan in his arms and
held him out for Tarzan to see. Of all the bulls of the tribe, Taug held
affection for Tarzan only. Tarzan he trusted and looked up to as one wiser and
more cunning. To Tarzan he came now—to the playmate of his balu days, the
companion of innumerable battles of his maturity.
When Tarzan saw the still form in Taug's arms, a low growl broke from his lips,
for he too loved Teeka's little balu.
"Who did it?" he asked. "Where is Teeka?"
"I do not know," replied Taug. "I found him lying here with Dango about to feed
upon him; but it was not Dango that did it—there are no fang marks upon him."
Tarzan came closer and placed an ear against Gazan's breast. "He is not dead,"
he said. "Maybe he will not die." He pressed through the crowd of apes and
circled once about them, examining the ground step by step. Suddenly he stopped
and placing his nose close to the earth sniffed. Then he sprang to his feet,
giving a peculiar cry. Taug and the others pressed forward, for the sound told
them that the hunter had found the spoor of his quarry.
"A stranger bull has been here," said Tarzan. "It was he that hurt Gazan. He has
carried off Teeka."
Taug and the other bulls commenced to roar and threaten; but they did nothing.
Had the stranger bull been within sight they would have torn him to pieces; but
it did not occur to them to follow him.
"If the three bulls had been watching around the tribe this would not have
happened," said Tarzan. "Such things will happen as long as you do not keep the
three bulls watching for an enemy. The jungle is full of enemies, and yet you
let your shes and your balus feed where they will, alone and unprotected. Tarzan
goes now—he goes to find Teeka and bring her back to the tribe."
The idea appealed to the other bulls. "We will all go," they cried.
"No," said Tarzan, "you will not all go. We cannot take shes and balus when we
go out to hunt and fight. You must remain to guard them or you will lose them
They scratched their heads. The wisdom of his advice was dawning upon them, but
at first they had been carried away by the new idea—the idea of following up an
enemy offender to wrest his prize from him and punish him. The community
instinct was ingrained in their characters through ages of custom. They did not
know why they had not thought to pursue and punish the offender—they could not
know that it was because they had as yet not reached a mental plane which would
permit them to work as individuals. In times of stress, the community instinct
sent them huddling into a compact herd where the great bulls, by the weight of
their combined strength and ferocity, could best protect them from an enemy. The
idea of separating to do battle with a foe had not yet occurred to them—it was
too foreign to custom, too inimical to community interests; but to Tarzan it was
the first and most natural thought. His senses told him that there was but a
single bull connected with the attack upon Teeka and Gazan. A single enemy did
not require the entire tribe for his punishment. Two swift bulls could quickly
overhaul him and rescue Teeka.
In the past no one ever had thought to go forth in search of the shes that were
occasionally stolen from the tribe. If Numa, Sabor, Sheeta or a wandering bull
ape from another tribe chanced to carry off a maid or a matron while no one was
looking, that was the end of it—she was gone, that was all. The bereaved
husband, if the victim chanced to have been mated, growled around for a day or
two and then, if he were strong enough, took another mate within the tribe, and
if not, wandered far into the jungle on the chance of stealing one from another
In the past Tarzan of the Apes had condoned this practice for the reason that he
had had no interest in those who had been stolen; but Teeka had been his first
love and Teeka's balu held a place in his heart such as a balu of his own would
have held. Just once before had Tarzan wished to follow and revenge. That had
been years before when Kulonga, the son of Mbonga, the chief, had slain Kala.
Then, single-handed, Tarzan had pursued and avenged. Now, though to a lesser
degree, he was moved by the same passion.
He turned toward Taug. "Leave Gazan with Mumga," he said. "She is old and her
fangs are broken and she is no good; but she can take care of Gazan until we
return with Teeka, and if Gazan is dead when we come back," he turned to address
Mumga, "I will kill you, too."
"Where are we going?" asked Taug.
"We are going to get Teeka," replied the ape-man, "and kill the bull who has
stolen her. Come!"
He turned again to the spoor of the stranger bull, which showed plainly to his
trained senses, nor did he glance back to note if Taug followed. The latter laid
Gazan in Mumga's arms with a parting: "If he dies Tarzan will kill you," and he
followed after the brown-skinned figure that already was moving at a slow trot
along the jungle trail.
No other bull of the tribe of Kerchak was so good a trailer as Tarzan, for his
trained senses were aided by a high order of intelligence. His judgment told him
the natural trail for a quarry to follow, so that he need but note the most
apparent marks upon the way, and today the trail of Toog was as plain to him as
type upon a printed page to you or me.
Following close behind the lithe figure of the ape-man came the huge and shaggy
bull ape. No words passed between them. They moved as silently as two shadows
among the myriad shadows of the forest. Alert as his eyes and ears, was Tarzan's
patrician nose. The spoor was fresh, and now that they had passed from the range
of the strong ape odor of the tribe he had little difficulty in following Toog
and Teeka by scent alone. Teeka's familiar scent spoor told both Tarzan and Taug
that they were upon her trail, and soon the scent of Toog became as familiar as
They were progressing rapidly when suddenly dense clouds overcast the sun.
Tarzan accelerated his pace. Now he fairly flew along the jungle trail, or,
where Toog had taken to the trees, followed nimbly as a squirrel along the
bending, undulating pathway of the foliage branches, swinging from tree to tree
as Toog had swung before them; but more rapidly because they were not
handicapped by a burden such as Toog's.
Tarzan felt that they must be almost upon the quarry, for the scent spoor was
becoming stronger and stronger, when the jungle was suddenly shot by livid
lightning, and a deafening roar of thunder reverberated through the heavens and
the forest until the earth trembled and shook. Then came the rain—not as it
comes to us of the temperate zones, but as a mighty avalanche of water—a deluge
which spills tons instead of drops upon the bending forest giants and the
terrified creatures which haunt their shade.
And the rain did what Tarzan knew that it would do—it wiped the spoor of the
quarry from the face of the earth. For a half hour the torrents fell—then the
sun burst forth, jeweling the forest with a million scintillant gems; but today
the ape-man, usually alert to the changing wonders of the jungle, saw them not.
Only the fact that the spoor of Teeka and her abductor was obliterated found
lodgment in his thoughts.
Even among the branches of the trees there are well-worn trails, just as there
are trails upon the surface of the ground; but in the trees they branch and
cross more often, since the way is more open than among the dense undergrowth at
the surface. Along one of these well-marked trails Tarzan and Taug continued
after the rain had ceased, because the ape-man knew that this was the most
logical path for the thief to follow; but when they came to a fork, they were at
a loss. Here they halted, while Tarzan examined every branch and leaf which
might have been touched by the fleeing ape.
He sniffed the bole of the tree, and with his keen eyes he sought to find upon
the bark some sign of the way the quarry had taken. It was slow work and all the
time, Tarzan knew, the bull of the alien tribe was forging steadily away from
them—gaining precious minutes that might carry him to safety before they could
catch up with him.
First along one fork he went, and then another, applying every test that his
wonderful junglecraft was cognizant of; but again and again he was baffled, for
the scent had been washed away by the heavy downpour, in every exposed place.
For a half hour Tarzan and Taug searched, until at last, upon the bottom of a
broad leaf, Tarzan's keen nose caught the faint trace of the scent spoor of
Toog, where the leaf had brushed a hairy shoulder as the great ape passed
through the foliage.
Once again the two took up the trail, but it was slow work now and there were
many discouraging delays when the spoor seemed lost beyond recovery. To you or
me there would have been no spoor, even before the coming of the rain, except,
possibly, where Toog had come to earth and followed a game trail. In such places
the imprint of a huge handlike foot and the knuckles of one great hand were
sometimes plain enough for an ordinary mortal to read. Tarzan knew from these
and other indications that the ape was yet carrying Teeka. The depth of the
imprint of his feet indicated a much greater weight than that of any of the
larger bulls, for they were made under the combined weight of Toog and Teeka,
while the fact that the knuckles of but one hand touched the ground at any time
showed that the other hand was occupied in some other business—the business of
holding the prisoner to a hairy shoulder. Tarzan could follow, in sheltered
places, the changing of the burden from one shoulder to another, as indicated by
the deepening of the foot imprint upon the side of the load, and the changing of
the knuckle imprints from one side of the trail to the other.
There were stretches along the surface paths where the ape had gone for
considerable distances entirely erect upon his hind feet—walking as a man walks;
but the same might have been true of any of the great anthropoids of the same
species, for, unlike the chimpanzee and the gorilla, they walk without the aid
of their hands quite as readily as with. It was such things, however, which
helped to identify to Tarzan and to Taug the appearance of the abductor, and
with his individual scent characteristic already indelibly impressed upon their
memories, they were in a far better position to know him when they came upon
him, even should he have disposed of Teeka before, than is a modern sleuth with
his photographs and Bertillon measurements, equipped to recognize a fugitive
from civilized justice.
But with all their high-strung and delicately attuned perceptive faculties the
two bulls of the tribe of Kerchak were often sore pressed to follow the trail at
all, and at best were so delayed that in the afternoon of the second day, they
still had not overhauled the fugitive. The scent was now strong, for it had been
made since the rain, and Tarzan knew that it would not be long before they came
upon the thief and his loot. Above them, as they crept stealthily forward,
chattered Manu, the monkey, and his thousand fellows; squawked and screamed the
brazen-throated birds of plumage; buzzed and hummed the countless insects amid
the rustling of the forest leaves, and, as they passed, a little gray-beard,
squeaking and scolding upon a swaying branch, looked down and saw them.
Instantly the scolding and squeaking ceased, and off tore the long-tailed mite
as though Sheeta, the panther, had been endowed with wings and was in close
pursuit of him. To all appearances he was only a very much frightened little
monkey, fleeing for his life—there seemed nothing sinister about him.
And what of Teeka during all this time? Was she at last resigned to her fate and
accompanying her new mate in the proper humility of a loving and tractable
spouse? A single glance at the pair would have answered these questions to the
utter satisfaction of the most captious. She was torn and bleeding from many
wounds, inflicted by the sullen Toog in his vain efforts to subdue her to his
will, and Toog too was disfigured and mutilated; but with stubborn ferocity, he
still clung to his now useless prize.
On through the jungle he forced his way in the direction of the stamping ground
of his tribe. He hoped that his king would have forgotten his treason; but if
not he was still resigned to his fate—any fate would be better than suffering
longer the sole companionship of this frightful she, and then, too, he wished to
exhibit his captive to his fellows. Maybe he could wish her on the king—it is
possible that such a thought urged him on.
At last they came upon two bulls feeding in a parklike grove—a beautiful grove
dotted with huge boulders half embedded in the rich loam—mute monuments,
possibly, to a forgotten age when mighty glaciers rolled their slow course where
now a torrid sun beats down upon a tropic jungle.
The two bulls looked up, baring long fighting fangs, as Toog appeared in the
distance. The latter recognized the two as friends. "It is Toog," he growled.
"Toog has come back with a new she."
The apes waited his nearer approach. Teeka turned a snarling, fanged face toward
them. She was not pretty to look upon, yet through the blood and hatred upon her
countenance they realized that she was beautiful, and they envied Toog—alas!
they did not know Teeka.
As they squatted looking at one another there raced through the trees toward
them a long-tailed little monkey with gray whiskers. He was a very excited
little monkey when he came to a halt upon the limb of a tree directly overhead.
"Two strange bulls come," he cried. "One is a Mangani, the other a hideous ape
without hair upon his body. They follow the spoor of Toog. I saw them."
The four apes turned their eyes backward along the trail Toog had just come;
then they looked at one another for a minute. "Come," said the larger of Toog's
two friends, "we will wait for the strangers in the thick bushes beyond the
He turned and waddled away across the open place, the others following him. The
little monkey danced about, all excitement. His chief diversion in life was to
bring about bloody encounters between the larger denizens of the forest, that he
might sit in the safety of the trees and witness the spectacles. He was a
glutton for gore, was this little, whiskered, gray monkey, so long as it was the
gore of others—a typical fight fan was the graybeard.
The apes hid themselves in the shrubbery beside the trail along which the two
stranger bulls would pass. Teeka trembled with excitement. She had heard the
words of Manu, and she knew that the hairless ape must be Tarzan, while the
other was, doubtless, Taug. Never, in her wildest hopes, had she expected succor
of this sort. Her one thought had been to escape and find her way back to the
tribe of Kerchak; but even this had appeared to her practically impossible, so
closely did Toog watch her.
As Taug and Tarzan reached the grove where Toog had come upon his friends, the
ape scent became so strong that both knew the quarry was but a short distance
ahead. And so they went even more cautiously, for they wished to come upon the
thief from behind if they could and charge him before he was aware of their
presence. That a little gray-whiskered monkey had forestalled them they did not
know, nor that three pairs of savage eyes were already watching their every move
and waiting for them to come within reach of itching paws and slavering jowls.
On they came across the grove, and as they entered the path leading into the
dense jungle beyond, a sudden "Kreeg-ah!" shrilled out close before them—a
"Kreeg-ah" in the familiar voice of Teeka. The small brains of Toog and his
companions had not been able to foresee that Teeka might betray them, and now
that she had, they went wild with rage. Toog struck the she a mighty blow that
felled her, and then the three rushed forth to do battle with Tarzan and Taug.
The little monkey danced upon his perch and screamed with delight.
And indeed he might well be delighted, for it was a lovely fight. There were no
preliminaries, no formalities, no introductions—the five bulls merely charged
and clinched. They rolled in the narrow trail and into the thick verdure beside
it. They bit and clawed and scratched and struck, and all the while they kept up
the most frightful chorus of growlings and barkings and roarings. In five
minutes they were torn and bleeding, and the little graybeard leaped high,
shrilling his primitive bravos; but always his attitude was "thumbs down." He
wanted to see something killed. He did not care whether it were friend or foe.
It was blood he wanted—blood and death.
Taug had been set upon by Toog and another of the apes, while Tarzan had the
third—a huge brute with the strength of a buffalo. Never before had Tarzan's
assailant beheld so strange a creature as this slippery, hairless bull with
which he battled. Sweat and blood covered Tarzan's sleek, brown hide. Again and
again he slipped from the clutches of the great bull, and all the while he
struggled to free his hunting knife from the scabbard in which it had stuck.
At length he succeeded—a brown hand shot out and clutched a hairy throat,
another flew upward clutching the sharp blade. Three swift, powerful strokes and
the bull relaxed with a groan, falling limp beneath his antagonist. Instantly
Tarzan broke from the clutches of the dying bull and sprang to Taug's
assistance. Toog saw him coming and wheeled to meet him. In the impact of the
charge, Tarzan's knife was wrenched from his hand and then Toog closed with him.
Now was the battle even—two against two—while on the verge, Teeka, now recovered
from the blow that had felled her, slunk waiting for an opportunity to aid. She
saw Tarzan's knife and picked it up. She never had used it, but knew how Tarzan
used it. Always had she been afraid of the thing which dealt death to the
mightiest of the jungle people with the ease that Tantor's great tusks deal
death to Tantor's enemies.
She saw Tarzan's pocket pouch torn from his side, and with the curiosity of an
ape, that even danger and excitement cannot entirely dispel, she picked this up,
Now the bulls were standing—the clinches had been broken. Blood streamed down
their sides—their faces were crimsoned with it. Little graybeard was so
fascinated that at last he had even forgotten to scream and dance; but sat rigid
with delight in the enjoyment of the spectacle.
Back across the grove Tarzan and Taug forced their adversaries. Teeka followed
slowly. She scarce knew what to do. She was lame and sore and exhausted from the
frightful ordeal through which she had passed, and she had the confidence of her
sex in the prowess of her mate and the other bull of her tribe—they would not
need the help of a she in their battle with these two strangers.
The roars and screams of the fighters reverberated through the jungle, awakening
the echoes in the distant hills. From the throat of Tarzan's antagonist had come
a score of "Kreeg-ahs!" and now from behind came the reply he had awaited. Into
the grove, barking and growling, came a score of huge bull apes—the fighting men
of Toog's tribe.
Teeka saw them first and screamed a warning to Tarzan and Taug. Then she fled
past the fighters toward the opposite side of the clearing, fear for a moment
claiming her. Nor can one censure her after the frightful ordeal from which she
was still suffering.
Down upon them came the great apes. In a moment Tarzan and Taug would be torn to
shreds that would later form the pièce de résistance of the savage orgy
of a Dum-Dum. Teeka turned to glance back. She saw the impending fate of her
defenders and there sprung to life in her savage bosom the spark of martyrdom,
that some common forbear had transmitted alike to Teeka, the wild ape, and the
glorious women of a higher order who have invited death for their men. With a
shrill scream she ran toward the battlers who were rolling in a great mass at
the foot of one of the huge boulders which dotted the grove; but what could she
do? The knife she held she could not use to advantage because of her lesser
strength. She had seen Tarzan throw missiles, and she had learned this with many
other things from her childhood playmate. She sought for something to throw and
at last her fingers touched upon the hard objects in the pouch that had been
torn from the ape-man. Tearing the receptacle open, she gathered a handful of
shiny cylinders—heavy for their size, they seemed to her, and good missiles.
With all her strength she hurled them at the apes battling in front of the
The result surprised Teeka quite as much as it did the apes. There was a loud
explosion, which deafened the fighters, and a puff of acrid smoke. Never before
had one there heard such a frightful noise. Screaming with terror, the stranger
bulls leaped to their feet and fled back toward the stamping ground of their
tribe, while Taug and Tarzan slowly gathered themselves together and arose, lame
and bleeding, to their feet. They, too, would have fled had they not seen Teeka
standing there before them, the knife and the pocket pouch in her hands.
"What was it?" asked Tarzan.
Teeka shook her head. "I hurled these at the stranger bulls," and she held forth
another handful of the shiny metal cylinders with the dull gray, cone-shaped
Tarzan looked at them and scratched his head.
"What are they?" asked Taug.
"I do not know," said Tarzan. "I found them."
The little monkey with the gray beard halted among the trees a mile away and
huddled, terrified, against a branch. He did not know that the dead father of
Tarzan of the Apes, reaching back out of the past across a span of twenty years,
had saved his son's life.
Nor did Tarzan, Lord Greystoke, know it either.
A Jungle Joke
TIME SELDOM HUNG heavily upon Tarzan's hands. Even where there is sameness there
cannot be monotony if most of the sameness consists in dodging death first in
one form and then in another; or in inflicting death upon others. There is a
spice to such an existence; but even this Tarzan of the Apes varied in
activities of his own invention.
He was full grown now, with the grace of a Greek god and the thews of a bull,
and, by all the tenets of apedom, should have been sullen, morose, and brooding;
but he was not. His spirits seemed not to age at all—he was still a playful
child, much to the discomfiture of his fellow-apes. They could not understand
him or his ways, for with maturity they quickly forgot their youth and its
Nor could Tarzan quite understand them. It seemed strange to him that a few
moons since, he had roped Taug about an ankle and dragged him screaming through
the tall jungle grasses, and then rolled and tumbled in good-natured mimic
battle when the young ape had freed himself, and that today when he had come up
behind the same Taug and pulled him over backward upon the turf, instead of the
playful young ape, a great, snarling beast had whirled and leaped for his
Easily Tarzan eluded the charge and quickly Taug's anger vanished, though it was
not replaced with playfulness; yet the ape-man realized that Taug was not amused
nor was he amusing. The big bull ape seemed to have lost whatever sense of humor
he once may have possessed. With a grunt of disappointment, young Lord Greystoke
turned to other fields of endeavor. A strand of black hair fell across one eye.
He brushed it aside with the palm of a hand and a toss of his head. It suggested
something to do, so he sought his quiver which lay cached in the hollow bole of
a lightning-riven tree. Removing the arrows he turned the quiver upside down,
emptying upon the ground the contents of its bottom—his few treasures. Among
them was a flat bit of stone and a shell which he had picked up from the beach
near his father's cabin.
With great care he rubbed the edge of the shell back and forth upon the flat
stone until the soft edge was quite fine and sharp. He worked much as a barber
does who hones a razor, and with every evidence of similar practice; but his
proficiency was the result of years of painstaking effort. Unaided he had worked
out a method of his own for putting an edge upon the shell—he even tested it
with the ball of his thumb—and when it met with his approval he grasped a wisp
of hair which fell across his eyes, grasped it between the thumb and first
finger of his left hand and sawed upon it with the sharpened shell until it was
severed. All around his head he went until his black shock was rudely bobbed
with a ragged bang in front. For the appearance of it he cared nothing; but in
the matter of safety and comfort it meant everything. A lock of hair falling in
one's eyes at the wrong moment might mean all the difference between life and
death, while straggly strands, hanging down one's back were most uncomfortable,
especially when wet with dew or rain or perspiration.
As Tarzan labored at his tonsorial task, his active mind was busy with many
things. He recalled his recent battle with Bolgani, the gorilla, the wounds of
which were but just healed. He pondered the strange sleep adventures of his
first dreams, and he smiled at the painful outcome of his last practical joke
upon the tribe, when, dressed in the hide of Numa, the lion, he had come roaring
upon them, only to be leaped upon and almost killed by the great bulls whom he
had taught how to defend themselves from an attack of their ancient enemy.
His hair lopped off to his entire satisfaction, and seeing no possibility of
pleasure in the company of the tribe, Tarzan swung leisurely into the trees and
set off in the direction of his cabin; but when part way there his attention was
attracted by a strong scent spoor coming from the north. It was the scent of the
Curiosity, that best-developed, common heritage of man and ape, always prompted
Tarzan to investigate where the Gomangani were concerned. There was that about
them which aroused his imagination. Possibly it was because of the diversity of
their activities and interests. The apes lived to eat and sleep and propagate.
The same was true of all the other denizens of the jungle, save the Gomangani.
These black fellows danced and sang, scratched around in the earth from which
they had cleared the trees and underbrush; they watched things grow, and when
they had ripened, they cut them down and put them in straw-thatched huts. They
made bows and spears and arrows, poison, cooking pots, things of metal to wear
around their arms and legs. If it hadn't been for their black faces, their
hideously disfigured features, and the fact that one of them had slain Kala,
Tarzan might have wished to be one of them. At least he sometimes thought so,
but always at the thought there rose within him a strange revulsion of feeling,
which he could not interpret or understand—he simply knew that he hated the
Gomangani, and that he would rather be Histah, the snake, than one of these.
But their ways were interesting, and Tarzan never tired of spying upon them, and
from them he learned much more than he realized, though always his principal
thought was of some new way in which he could render their lives miserable. The
baiting of the blacks was Tarzan's chief divertissement.
Tarzan realized now that the blacks were very near and that there were many of
them, so he went silently and with great caution. Noiselessly he moved through
the lush grasses of the open spaces, and where the forest was dense, swung from
one swaying branch to another, or leaped lightly over tangled masses of fallen
trees where there was no way through the lower terraces, and the ground was
choked and impassable.
And so presently he came within sight of the black warriors of Mbonga, the
chief. They were engaged in a pursuit with which Tarzan was more or less
familiar, having watched them at it upon other occasions. They were placing and
baiting a trap for Numa, the lion. In a cage upon wheels they were tying a kid,
so fastening it that when Numa seized the unfortunate creature, the door of the
cage would drop behind him, making him a prisoner.
These things the blacks had learned in their old home, before they escaped
through the untracked jungle to their new village. Formerly they had dwelt in
the Belgian Congo until the cruelties of their heartless oppressors had driven
them to seek the safety of unexplored solitudes beyond the boundaries of
In their old life they often had trapped animals for the agents of European
dealers, and had learned from them certain tricks, such as this one, which
permitted them to capture even Numa without injuring him, and to transport him
in safety and with comparative ease to their village.
No longer was there a white market for their savage wares; but there was still a
sufficient incentive for the taking of Numa—alive. First was the necessity for
ridding the jungle of man-eaters, and it was only after depredations by these
grim and terrible scourges that a lion hunt was organized. Secondarily was the
excuse for an orgy of celebration was the hunt successful, and the fact that
such fetes were rendered doubly pleasurable by the presence of a live creature
that might be put to death by torture.
Tarzan had witnessed these cruel rites in the past. Being himself more savage
than the savage warriors of the Gomangani, he was not so shocked by the cruelty
of them as he should have been, yet they did shock him. He could not understand
the strange feeling of revulsion which possessed him at such times. He had no
love for Numa, the lion, yet he bristled with rage when the blacks inflicted
upon his enemy such indignities and cruelties as only the mind of the one
creature molded in the image of God can conceive.
Upon two occasions he had freed Numa from the trap before the blacks had
returned to discover the success or failure of their venture. He would do the
same today—that he decided immediately he realized the nature of their
Leaving the trap in the center of a broad elephant trail near the drinking hole,
the warriors turned back toward their village. On the morrow they would come
again. Tarzan looked after them, upon his lips an unconscious sneer—the heritage
of unguessed caste. He saw them file along the broad trail, beneath the
overhanging verdure of leafy branch and looped and festooned creepers, brushing
ebon shoulders against gorgeous blooms which inscrutable Nature has seen fit to
lavish most profusely farthest from the eye of man.
As Tarzan watched, through narrowed lids, the last of the warriors disappear
beyond a turn in the trail, his expression altered to the urge of a newborn
thought. A slow, grim smile touched his lips. He looked down upon the
frightened, bleating kid, advertising, in its fear and its innocence, its
presence and its helplessness.
Dropping to the ground, Tarzan approached the trap and entered. Without
disturbing the fiber cord, which was adjusted to drop the door at the proper
time, he loosened the living bait, tucked it under an arm and stepped out of the
With his hunting knife he quieted the frightened animal, severing its jugular;
then he dragged it, bleeding, along the trail down to the drinking hole, the
half smile persisting upon his ordinarily grave face. At the water's edge the
ape-man stooped and with hunting knife and quick strong fingers deftly removed
the dead kid's viscera. Scraping a hole in the mud, he buried these parts which
he did not eat, and swinging the body to his shoulder took to the trees.
For a short distance he pursued his way in the wake of the black warriors,
coming down presently to bury the meat of his kill where it would be safe from
the depredations of Dango, the hyena, or the other meat-eating beasts and birds
of the jungle. He was hungry. Had he been all beast he would have eaten; but his
man-mind could entertain urges even more potent than those of the belly, and now
he was concerned with an idea which kept a smile upon his lips and his eyes
sparkling in anticipation. An idea, it was, which permitted him to forget that
he was hungry.
The meat safely cached, Tarzan trotted along the elephant trail after the
Gomangani. Two or three miles from the cage he overtook them and then he swung
into the trees and followed above and behind them—waiting his chance.
Among the blacks was Rabba Kega, the witch-doctor. Tarzan hated them all; but
Rabba Kega he especially hated. As the blacks filed along the winding path,
Rabba Kega, being lazy, dropped behind. This Tarzan noted, and it filled him
with satisfaction—his being radiated a grim and terrible content. Like an angel
of death he hovered above the unsuspecting black.
Rabba Kega, knowing that the village was but a short distance ahead, sat down to
rest. Rest well, O Rabba Kega! It is thy last opportunity.
Tarzan crept stealthily among the branches of the tree above the well-fed,
self-satisfied witch-doctor. He made no noise that the dull ears of man could
hear above the soughing of the gentle jungle breeze among the undulating foliage
of the upper terraces, and when he came close above the black man he halted,
well concealed by leafy branch and heavy creeper.
Rabba Kega sat with his back against the bole of a tree, facing Tarzan. The
position was not such as the waiting beast of prey desired, and so, with the
infinite patience of the wild hunter, the ape-man crouched motionless and silent
as a graven image until the fruit should be ripe for the plucking. A poisonous
insect buzzed angrily out of space. It loitered, circling, close to Tarzan's
face. The ape-man saw and recognized it. The virus of its sting spelled death
for lesser things than he—for him it would mean days of anguish. He did not
move. His glittering eyes remained fixed upon Rabba Kega after acknowledging the
presence of the winged torture by a single glance. He heard and followed the
movements of the insect with his keen ears, and then he felt it alight upon his
forehead. No muscle twitched, for the muscles of such as he are the servants of
the brain. Down across his face crept the horrid thing—over nose and lips and
chin. Upon his throat it paused, and turning, retraced its steps. Tarzan watched
Rabba Kega. Now not even his eyes moved. So motionless he crouched that only
death might counterpart his movelessness. The insect crawled upward over the
nut-brown cheek and stopped with its antennae brushing the lashes of his lower
lid. You or I would have started back, closing our eyes and striking at the
thing; but you and I are the slaves, not the masters of our nerves. Had the
thing crawled upon the eyeball of the ape-man, it is believable that he could
yet have remained wide-eyed and rigid; but it did not. For a moment it loitered
there close to the lower lid, then it rose and buzzed away.
Down toward Rabba Kega it buzzed and the black man heard it, saw it, struck at
it, and was stung upon the cheek before he killed it. Then he rose with a howl
of pain and anger, and as he turned up the trail toward the village of Mbonga,
the chief, his broad, black back was exposed to the silent thing waiting above
And as Rabba Kega turned, a lithe figure shot outward and downward from the tree
above upon his broad shoulders. The impact of the springing creature carried
Rabba Kega to the ground. He felt strong jaws close upon his neck, and when he
tried to scream, steel fingers throttled his throat. The powerful black warrior
struggled to free himself; but he was as a child in the grip of his adversary.
Presently Tarzan released his grip upon the other's throat; but each time that
Rabba Kega essayed a scream, the cruel fingers choked him painfully. At last the
warrior desisted. Then Tarzan half rose and kneeled upon his victim's back, and
when Rabba Kega struggled to arise, the ape-man pushed his face down into the
dirt of the trail. With a bit of the rope that had secured the kid, Tarzan made
Rabba Kega's wrists secure behind his back, then he rose and jerked his prisoner
to his feet, faced him back along the trail and pushed him on ahead.
Not until he came to his feet did Rabba Kega obtain a square look at his
assailant. When he saw that it was the white devil-god his heart sank within him
and his knees trembled; but as he walked along the trail ahead of his captor and
was neither injured nor molested his spirits slowly rose, so that he took heart
again. Possibly the devil-god did not intend to kill him after all. Had he not
had little Tibo in his power for days without harming him, and had he not spared
Momaya, Tibo's mother, when he easily might have slain her?
And then they came upon the cage which Rabba Kega, with the other black warriors
of the village of Mbonga, the chief, had placed and baited for Numa. Rabba Kega
saw that the bait was gone, though there was no lion within the cage, nor was
the door dropped. He saw and he was filled with wonder not unmixed with
apprehension. It entered his dull brain that in some way this combination of
circumstances had a connection with his presence there as the prisoner of the
Nor was he wrong. Tarzan pushed him roughly into the cage, and in another moment
Rabba Kega understood. Cold sweat broke from every pore of his body—he trembled
as with ague—for the ape-man was binding him securely in the very spot the kid
had previously occupied. The witch-doctor pleaded, first for his life, and then
for a death less cruel; but he might as well have saved his pleas for Numa,
since already they were directed toward a wild beast who understood no word of
what he said.
But his constant jabbering not only annoyed Tarzan, who worked in silence, but
suggested that later the black might raise his voice in cries for succor, so he
stepped out of the cage, gathered a handful of grass and a small stick and
returning, jammed the grass into Rabba Kega's mouth, laid the stick crosswise
between his teeth and fastened it there with the thong from Rabba Kega's loin
cloth. Now could the witch-doctor but roll his eyes and sweat. Thus Tarzan left
The ape-man went first to the spot where he had cached the body of the kid.
Digging it up, he ascended into a tree and proceeded to satisfy his hunger. What
remained he again buried; then he swung away through the trees to the water
hole, and going to the spot where fresh, cold water bubbled from between two
rocks, he drank deeply. The other beasts might wade in and drink stagnant water;
but not Tarzan of the Apes. In such matters he was fastidious. From his hands he
washed every trace of the repugnant scent of the Gomangani, and from his face
the blood of the kid. Rising, he stretched himself not unlike some huge, lazy
cat, climbed into a near-by tree and fell asleep.
When he awoke it was dark, though a faint luminosity still tinged the western
heavens. A lion moaned and coughed as it strode through the jungle toward water.
It was approaching the drinking hole. Tarzan grinned sleepily, changed his
position and fell asleep again.
When the blacks of Mbonga, the chief, reached their village they discovered that
Rabba Kega was not among them. When several hours had elapsed they decided that
something had happened to him, and it was the hope of the majority of the tribe
that whatever had happened to him might prove fatal. They did not love the
witch-doctor. Love and fear seldom are playmates; but a warrior is a warrior,
and so Mbonga organized a searching party. That his own grief was not
unassuagable might have been gathered from the fact that he remained at home and
went to sleep. The young warriors whom he sent out remained steadfast to their
purpose for fully half an hour, when, unfortunately for Rabba Kega—upon so
slight a thing may the fate of a man rest—a honey bird attracted the attention
of the searchers and led them off for the delicious store it previously had
marked down for betrayal, and Rabba Kega's doom was sealed.
When the searchers returned empty handed, Mbonga was wroth; but when he saw the
great store of honey they brought with them his rage subsided. Already Tubuto,
young, agile and evil-minded, with face hideously painted, was practicing the
black art upon a sick infant in the fond hope of succeeding to the office and
perquisites of Rabba Kega. Tonight the women of the old witch-doctor would moan
and howl. Tomorrow he would be forgotten. Such is life, such is fame, such is
power—in the center of the world's highest civilization, or in the depths of the
black, primeval jungle. Always, everywhere, man is man, nor has he altered
greatly beneath his veneer since he scurried into a hole between two rocks to
escape the tyrannosaurus six million years ago.
The morning following the disappearance of Rabba Kega, the warriors set out with
Mbonga, the chief, to examine the trap they had set for Numa. Long before they
reached the cage, they heard the roaring of a great lion and guessed that they
had made a successful bag, so it was with shouts of joy that they approached the
spot where they should find their captive.
Yes! There he was, a great, magnificent specimen—a huge, black-maned lion. The
warriors were frantic with delight. They leaped into the air and uttered savage
cries—hoarse victory cries, and then they came closer, and the cries died upon
their lips, and their eyes went wide so that the whites showed all around their
irises, and their pendulous lower lips drooped with their drooping jaws. They
drew back in terror at the sight within the cage—the mauled and mutilated corpse
of what had, yesterday, been Rabba Kega, the witch-doctor.
The captured lion had been too angry and frightened to feed upon the body of his
kill; but he had vented upon it much of his rage, until it was a frightful thing
From his perch in a near-by tree Tarzan of the Apes, Lord Greystoke, looked down
upon the black warriors and grinned. Once again his self-pride in his ability as
a practical joker asserted itself. It had lain dormant for some time following
the painful mauling he had received that time he leaped among the apes of
Kerchak clothed in the skin of Numa; but this joke was a decided success.
After a few moments of terror, the blacks came closer to the cage, rage taking
the place of fear—rage and curiosity. How had Rabba Kega happened to be in the
cage? Where was the kid? There was no sign nor remnant of the original bait.
They looked closely and they saw, to their horror, that the corpse of their
erstwhile fellow was bound with the very cord with which they had secured the
kid. Who could have done this thing? They looked at one another.
Tubuto was the first to speak. He had come hopefully out with the expedition
that morning. Somewhere he might find evidence of the death of Rabba Kega. Now
he had found it, and he was the first to find an explanation.
"The white devil-god," he whispered. "It is the work of the white devil-god!"
No one contradicted Tubuto, for, indeed, who else could it have been but the
great, hairless ape they all so feared? And so their hatred of Tarzan increased
again with an increased fear of him. And Tarzan sat in his tree and hugged
No one there felt sorrow because of the death of Rabba Kega; but each of the
blacks experienced a personal fear of the ingenious mind which might discover
for any of them a death equally horrible to that which the witch-doctor had
suffered. It was a subdued and thoughtful company which dragged the captive lion
along the broad elephant path back to the village of Mbonga, the chief.
And it was with a sigh of relief that they finally rolled it into the village
and closed the gates behind them. Each had experienced the sensation of being
spied upon from the moment they left the spot where the trap had been set,
though none had seen or heard aught to give tangible food to his fears.
At the sight of the body within the cage with the lion, the women and children
of the village set up a most frightful lamentation, working themselves into a
joyous hysteria which far transcended the happy misery derived by their more
civilized prototypes who make a business of dividing their time between the
movies and the neighborhood funerals of friends and strangers—especially
From a tree overhanging the palisade, Tarzan watched all that passed within the
village. He saw the frenzied women tantalizing the great lion with sticks and
stones. The cruelty of the blacks toward a captive always induced in Tarzan a
feeling of angry contempt for the Gomangani. Had he attempted to analyze this
feeling he would have found it difficult, for during all his life he had been
accustomed to sights of suffering and cruelty. He, himself, was cruel. All the
beasts of the jungle were cruel; but the cruelty of the blacks was of a
different order. It was the cruelty of wanton torture of the helpless, while the
cruelty of Tarzan and the other beasts was the cruelty of necessity or of
Perhaps, had he known it, he might have credited this feeling of repugnance at
the sight of unnecessary suffering to heredity—to the germ of British love of
fair play which had been bequeathed to him by his father and his mother; but, of
course, he did not know, since he still believed that his mother had been Kala,
the great ape.
And just in proportion as his anger rose against the Gomangani his savage
sympathy went out to Numa, the lion, for, though Numa was his lifetime enemy,
there was neither bitterness nor contempt in Tarzan's sentiments toward him. In
the ape-man's mind, therefore, the determination formed to thwart the blacks and
liberate the lion; but he must accomplish this in some way which would cause the
Gomangani the greatest chagrin and discomfiture.
As he squatted there watching the proceeding beneath him, he saw the warriors
seize upon the cage once more and drag it between two huts. Tarzan knew that it
would remain there now until evening, and that the blacks were planning a feast
and orgy in celebration of their capture. When he saw that two warriors were
placed beside the cage, and that these drove off the women and children and
young men who would have eventually tortured Numa to death, he knew that the
lion would be safe until he was needed for the evening's entertainment, when he
would be more cruelly and scientifically tortured for the edification of the
Now Tarzan preferred to bait the blacks in as theatric a manner as his fertile
imagination could evolve. He had some half-formed conception of their
superstitious fears and of their especial dread of night, and so he decided to
wait until darkness fell and the blacks partially worked to hysteria by their
dancing and religious rites before he took any steps toward the freeing of Numa.
In the meantime, he hoped, an idea adequate to the possibilities of the various
factors at hand would occur to him. Nor was it long before one did.
He had swung off through the jungle to search for food when the plan came to
him. At first it made him smile a little and then look dubious, for he still
retained a vivid memory of the dire results that had followed the carrying out
of a very wonderful idea along almost identical lines, yet he did not abandon
his intention, and a moment later, food temporarily forgotten, he was swinging
through the middle terraces in rapid flight toward the stamping ground of the
tribe of Kerchak, the great ape.
As was his wont, he alighted in the midst of the little band without announcing
his approach save by a hideous scream just as he sprang from a branch above
them. Fortunate are the apes of Kerchak that their kind is not subject to heart
failure, for the methods of Tarzan subjected them to one severe shock after
another, nor could they ever accustom themselves to the ape-man's peculiar style
Now, when they saw who it was they merely snarled and grumbled angrily for a
moment and then resumed their feeding or their napping which he had interrupted,
and he, having had his little joke, made his way to the hollow tree where he
kept his treasures hid from the inquisitive eyes and fingers of his fellows and
the mischievous little manus. Here he withdrew a closely rolled hide—the hide of
Numa with the head on; a clever bit of primitive curing and mounting, which had
once been the property of the witch-doctor, Rabba Kega, until Tarzan had stolen
it from the village.
With this he made his way back through the jungle toward the village of the
blacks, stopping to hunt and feed upon the way, and, in the afternoon, even
napping for an hour, so that it was already dusk when he entered the great tree
which overhung the palisade and gave him a view of the entire village. He saw
that Numa was still alive and that the guards were even dozing beside the cage.
A lion is no great novelty to a black man in the lion country, and the first
keen edge of their desire to worry the brute having worn off, the villagers paid
little or no attention to the great cat, preferring now to await the grand event
of the night.
Nor was it long after dark before the festivities commenced. To the beating of
tom-toms, a lone warrior, crouched half doubled, leaped into the firelight in
the center of a great circle of other warriors, behind whom stood or squatted
the women and the children. The dancer was painted and armed for the hunt and
his movements and gestures suggested the search for the spoor of game. Bending
low, sometimes resting for a moment on one knee, he searched the ground for
signs of the quarry; again he poised, statuesque, listening. The warrior was
young and lithe and graceful; he was full-muscled and arrow-straight. The
firelight glistened upon his ebon body and brought out into bold relief the
grotesque designs painted upon his face, breasts, and abdomen.
Presently he bent low to the earth, then leaped high in air. Every line of face
and body showed that he had struck the scent. Immediately he leaped toward the
circle of warriors about him, telling them of his find and summoning them to the
hunt. It was all in pantomime; but so truly done that even Tarzan could follow
it all to the least detail.
He saw the other warriors grasp their hunting spears and leap to their feet to
join in the graceful, stealthy "stalking dance." It was very interesting; but
Tarzan realized that if he was to carry his design to a successful conclusion he
must act quickly. He had seen these dances before and knew that after the stalk
would come the game at bay and then the kill, during which Numa would be
surrounded by warriors, and unapproachable.
With the lion's skin under one arm the ape-man dropped to the ground in the
dense shadows beneath the tree and then circled behind the huts until he came
out directly in the rear of the cage, in which Numa paced nervously to and fro.
The cage was now unguarded, the two warriors having left it to take their places
among the other dancers.
Behind the cage Tarzan adjusted the lion's skin about him, just as he had upon
that memorable occasion when the apes of Kerchak, failing to pierce his
disguise, had all but slain him. Then, on hands and knees, he crept forward,
emerged from between the two huts and stood a few paces back of the dusky
audience, whose whole attention was centered upon the dancers before them.
Tarzan saw that the blacks had now worked themselves to a proper pitch of
nervous excitement to be ripe for the lion. In a moment the ring of spectators
would break at a point nearest the caged lion and the victim would be rolled
into the center of the circle. It was for this moment that Tarzan waited.
At last it came. A signal was given by Mbonga, the chief, at which the women and
children immediately in front of Tarzan rose and moved to one side, leaving a
broad path opening toward the caged lion. At the same instant Tarzan gave voice
to the low, coughing roar of an angry lion and slunk slowly forward through the
open lane toward the frenzied dancers.
A woman saw him first and screamed. Instantly there was a panic in the immediate
vicinity of the ape-man. The strong light from the fire fell full upon the lion
head and the blacks leaped to the conclusion, as Tarzan had known they would,
that their captive had escaped his cage.
With another roar, Tarzan moved forward. The dancing warriors paused but an
instant. They had been hunting a lion securely housed within a strong cage, and
now that he was at liberty among them, an entirely different aspect was placed
upon the matter. Their nerves were not attuned to this emergency. The women and
children already had fled to the questionable safety of the nearest huts, and
the warriors were not long in following their example, so that presently Tarzan
was left in sole possession of the village street.
But not for long. Nor did he wish to be left thus long alone. It would not
comport with his scheme. Presently a head peered forth from a near-by hut, and
then another and another until a score or more of warriors were looking out upon
him, waiting for his next move—waiting for the lion to charge or to attempt to
escape from the village.
Their spears were ready in their hands against either a charge or a bolt for
freedom, and then the lion rose erect upon its hind legs, the tawny skin dropped
from it and there stood revealed before them in the firelight the straight young
figure of the white devil-god.
For an instant the blacks were too astonished to act. They feared this
apparition fully as much as they did Numa, yet they would gladly have slain the
thing could they quickly enough have gathered together their wits; but fear and
superstition and a natural mental density held them paralyzed while the ape-man
stooped and gathered up the lion skin. They saw him turn then and walk back into
the shadows at the far end of the village. Not until then did they gain courage
to pursue him, and when they had come in force, with brandished spears and loud
war cries, the quarry was gone.
Not an instant did Tarzan pause in the tree. Throwing the skin over a branch he
leaped again into the village upon the opposite side of the great bole, and
diving into the shadow of a hut, ran quickly to where lay the caged lion.
Springing to the top of the cage he pulled upon the cord which raised the door,
and a moment later a great lion in the prime of his strength and vigor leaped
out into the village.
The warriors, returning from a futile search for Tarzan, saw him step into the
firelight. Ah! there was the devil-god again, up to his old trick. Did he think
he could twice fool the men of Mbonga, the chief, the same way in so short a
time? They would show him! For long they had waited for such an opportunity to
rid themselves forever of this fearsome jungle demon. As one they rushed forward
with raised spears.
The women and the children came from the huts to witness the slaying of the
devil-god. The lion turned blazing eyes upon them and then swung about toward
the advancing warriors.
With shouts of savage joy and triumph they came toward him, menacing him with
their spears. The devil-god was theirs!
And then, with a frightful roar, Numa, the lion, charged.
The men of Mbonga, the chief, met Numa with ready spears and screams of
raillery. In a solid mass of muscled ebony they waited the coming of the
devil-god; yet beneath their brave exteriors lurked a haunting fear that all
might not be quite well with them—that this strange creature could yet prove
invulnerable to their weapons and inflict upon them full punishment for their
effrontery. The charging lion was all too lifelike—they saw that in the brief
instant of the charge; but beneath the tawny hide they knew was hid the soft
flesh of the white man, and how could that withstand the assault of many war
In their forefront stood a huge young warrior in the full arrogance of his might
and his youth. Afraid? Not he! He laughed as Numa bore down upon him; he laughed
and couched his spear, setting the point for the broad breast. And then the lion
was upon him. A great paw swept away the heavy war spear, splintering it as the
hand of man might splinter a dry twig.
Down went the black, his skull crushed by another blow. And then the lion was in
the midst of the warriors, clawing and tearing to right and left. Not for long
did they stand their ground; but a dozen men were mauled before the others made
good their escape from those frightful talons and gleaming fangs.
In terror the villagers fled hither and thither. No hut seemed a sufficiently
secure asylum with Numa ranging within the palisade. From one to another fled
the frightened blacks, while in the center of the village Numa stood glaring and
growling above his kills.
At last a tribesman flung wide the gates of the village and sought safety amid
the branches of the forest trees beyond. Like sheep his fellows followed him,
until the lion and his dead remained alone in the village.
From the nearer trees the men of Mbonga saw the lion lower his great head and
seize one of his victims by the shoulder and then with slow and stately tread
move down the village street past the open gates and on into the jungle. They
saw and shuddered, and from another tree Tarzan of the Apes saw and smiled.
A full hour elapsed after the lion had disappeared with his feast before the
blacks ventured down from the trees and returned to their village. Wide eyes
rolled from side to side, and naked flesh contracted more to the chill of fear
than to the chill of the jungle night.
"It was he all the time," murmured one. "It was the devil-god."
"He changed himself from a lion to a man, and back again into a lion," whispered
"And he dragged Mweeza into the forest and is eating him," said a third,
"We are no longer safe here," wailed a fourth. "Let us take our belongings and
search for another village site far from the haunts of the wicked devil-god."
But with morning came renewed courage, so that the experiences of the preceding
evening had little other effect than to increase their fear of Tarzan and
strengthen their belief in his supernatural origin.
And thus waxed the fame and the power of the ape-man in the mysterious haunts of
the savage jungle where he ranged, mightiest of beasts because of the man-mind
which directed his giant muscles and his flawless courage.
Tarzan Rescues the Moon
THE MOON SHONE down out of a cloudless sky—a huge, swollen moon that seemed
so close to earth that one might wonder that she did not brush the crooning tree
tops. It was night, and Tarzan was abroad in the jungle—Tarzan, the ape-man;
mighty fighter, mighty hunter. Why he swung through the dark shadows of the
somber forest he could not have told you. It was not that he was hungry—he had
fed well this day, and in a safe cache were the remains of his kill, ready
against the coming of a new appetite. Perhaps it was the very joy of living that
urged him from his arboreal couch to pit his muscles and his senses against the
jungle night, and then, too, Tarzan always was goaded by an intense desire to
The jungle which is presided over by Kudu, the sun, is a very different jungle
from that of Goro, the moon. The diurnal jungle has its own aspect—its own
lights and shades, its own birds, its own blooms, its own beasts; its noises are
the noises of the day. The lights and shades of the nocturnal jungle are as
different as one might imagine the lights and shades of another world to differ
from those of our world; its beasts, its blooms, and its birds are not those of
the jungle of Kudu, the sun.
Because of these differences Tarzan loved to investigate the jungle by night.
Not only was the life another life; but it was richer in numbers and in romance;
it was richer in dangers, too, and to Tarzan of the Apes danger was the spice of
life. And the noises of the jungle night—the roar of the lion, the scream of the
leopard, the hideous laughter of Dango, the hyena, were music to the ears of the
The soft padding of unseen feet, the rustling of leaves and grasses to the
passage of fierce beasts, the sheen of opalesque eyes flaming through the dark,
the million sounds which proclaimed the teeming life that one might hear and
scent, though seldom see, constituted the appeal of the nocturnal jungle to
Tonight he had swung a wide circle—toward the east first and then toward the
south, and now he was rounding back again into the north. His eyes, his ears and
his keen nostrils were ever on the alert. Mingled with the sounds he knew, there
were strange sounds—weird sounds which he never heard until after Kudu had
sought his lair below the far edge of the big water—sounds which belonged to
Goro, the moon—and to the mysterious period of Goro's supremacy. These sounds
often caused Tarzan profound speculation. They baffled him because he thought
that he knew his jungle so well that there could be nothing within it unfamiliar
to him. Sometimes he thought that as colors and forms appeared to differ by
night from their familiar daylight aspects, so sounds altered with the passage
of Kudu and the coming of Goro, and these thoughts roused within his brain a
vague conjecture that perhaps Goro and Kudu influenced these changes. And what
more natural that eventually he came to attribute to the sun and the moon
personalities as real as his own? The sun was a living creature and ruled the
day. The moon, endowed with brains and miraculous powers, ruled the night.
Thus functioned the untrained man-mind groping through the dark night of
ignorance for an explanation of the things he could not touch or smell or hear
and of the great, unknown powers of nature which he could not see.
As Tarzan swung north again upon his wide circle the scent of the Gomangani came
to his nostrils, mixed with the acrid odor of wood smoke. The ape-man moved
quickly in the direction from which the scent was borne down to him upon the
gentle night wind. Presently the ruddy sheen of a great fire filtered through
the foliage to him ahead, and when Tarzan came to a halt in the trees near it,
he saw a party of half a dozen black warriors huddled close to the blaze. It was
evidently a hunting party from the village of Mbonga, the chief, caught out in
the jungle after dark. In a rude circle about them they had constructed a thorn
boma which, with the aid of the fire, they apparently hoped would discourage the
advances of the larger carnivora.
That hope was not conviction was evidenced by the very palpable terror in which
they crouched, wide-eyed and trembling, for already Numa and Sabor were moaning
through the jungle toward them. There were other creatures, too, in the shadows
beyond the firelight. Tarzan could see their yellow eyes flaming there. The
blacks saw them and shivered. Then one arose and grasping a burning branch from
the fire hurled it at the eyes, which immediately disappeared. The black sat
down again. Tarzan watched and saw that it was several minutes before the eyes
began to reappear in twos and fours.
Then came Numa, the lion, and Sabor, his mate. The other eyes scattered to right
and left before the menacing growls of the great cats, and then the huge orbs of
the man-eaters flamed alone out of the darkness. Some of the blacks threw
themselves upon their faces and moaned; but he who before had hurled the burning
branch now hurled another straight at the faces of the hungry lions, and they,
too, disappeared as had the lesser lights before them. Tarzan was much
interested. He saw a new reason for the nightly fires maintained by the blacks—a
reason in addition to those connected with warmth and light and cooking. The
beasts of the jungle feared fire, and so fire was, in a measure, a protection
from them. Tarzan himself knew a certain awe of fire. Once he had, in
investigating an abandoned fire in the village of the blacks, picked up a live
coal. Since then he had maintained a respectful distance from such fires as he
had seen. One experience had sufficed.
For a few minutes after the black hurled the firebrand no eyes appeared, though
Tarzan could hear the soft padding of feet all about him. Then flashed once more
the twin fire spots that marked the return of the lord of the jungle and a
moment later, upon a slightly lower level, there appeared those of Sabor, his
For some time they remained fixed and unwavering—a constellation of fierce stars
in the jungle night—then the male lion advanced slowly toward the boma, where
all but a single black still crouched in trembling terror. When this lone
guardian saw that Numa was again approaching, he threw another firebrand, and,
as before, Numa retreated and with him Sabor, the lioness; but not so far, this
time, nor for so long. Almost instantly they turned and began circling the boma,
their eyes turning constantly toward the firelight, while low, throaty growls
evidenced their increasing displeasure. Beyond the lions glowed the flaming eyes
of the lesser satellites, until the black jungle was shot all around the black
men's camp with little spots of fire.
Again and again the black warrior hurled his puny brands at the two big cats;
but Tarzan noticed that Numa paid little or no attention to them after the first
few retreats. The ape-man knew by Numa's voice that the lion was hungry and
surmised that he had made up his mind to feed upon a Gomangani; but would he
dare a closer approach to the dreaded flames?
Even as the thought was passing in Tarzan's mind, Numa stopped his restless
pacing and faced the boma. For a moment he stood motionless, except for the
quick, nervous upcurving of his tail, then he walked deliberately forward, while
Sabor moved restlessly to and fro where he had left her. The black man called to
his comrades that the lion was coming, but they were too far gone in fear to do
more than huddle closer together and moan more loudly than before.
Seizing a blazing branch the man cast it straight into the face of the lion.
There was an angry roar, followed by a swift charge. With a single bound the
savage beast cleared the boma wall as, with almost equal agility, the warrior
cleared it upon the opposite side and, chancing the dangers lurking in the
darkness, bolted for the nearest tree.
Numa was out of the boma almost as soon as he was inside it; but as he went back
over the low thorn wall, he took a screaming negro with him. Dragging his victim
along the ground he walked back toward Sabor, the lioness, who joined him, and
the two continued into the blackness, their savage growls mingling with the
piercing shrieks of the doomed and terrified man.
At a little distance from the blaze the lions halted, there ensued a short
succession of unusually vicious growls and roars, during which the cries and
moans of the black man ceased—forever.
Presently Numa reappeared in the firelight. He made a second trip into the boma
and the former grisly tragedy was reenacted with another howling victim.
Tarzan rose and stretched lazily. The entertainment was beginning to bore him.
He yawned and turned upon his way toward the clearing where the tribe would be
sleeping in the encircling trees.
Yet even when he had found his familiar crotch and curled himself for slumber,
he felt no desire to sleep. For a long time he lay awake thinking and dreaming.
He looked up into the heavens and watched the moon and the stars. He wondered
what they were and what power kept them from falling. His was an inquisitive
mind. Always he had been full of questions concerning all that passed around
him; but there never had been one to answer his questions. In childhood he had
wanted to KNOW, and, denied almost all knowledge, he still, in manhood, was
filled with the great, unsatisfied curiosity of a child.
He was never quite content merely to perceive that things happened—he desired to
know WHY they happened. He wanted to know what made things go. The secret of
life interested him immensely. The miracle of death he could not quite fathom.
Upon innumerable occasions he had investigated the internal mechanism of his
kills, and once or twice he had opened the chest cavity of victims in time to
see the heart still pumping.
He had learned from experience that a knife thrust through this organ brought
immediate death nine times out of ten, while he might stab an antagonist
innumerable times in other places without even disabling him. And so he had come
to think of the heart, or, as he called it, "the red thing that breathes," as
the seat and origin of life.
The brain and its functionings he did not comprehend at all. That his sense
perceptions were transmitted to his brain and there translated, classified, and
labeled was something quite beyond him. He thought that his fingers knew when
they touched something, that his eyes knew when they saw, his ears when they
heard, his nose when it scented.
He considered his throat, epidermis, and the hairs of his head as the three
principal seats of emotion. When Kala had been slain a peculiar choking
sensation had possessed his throat; contact with Histah, the snake, imparted an
unpleasant sensation to the skin of his whole body; while the approach of an
enemy made the hairs on his scalp stand erect.
Imagine, if you can, a child filled with the wonders of nature, bursting with
queries and surrounded only by beasts of the jungle to whom his questionings
were as strange as Sanskrit would have been. If he asked Gunto what made it
rain, the big old ape would but gaze at him in dumb astonishment for an instant
and then return to his interesting and edifying search for fleas; and when he
questioned Mumga, who was very old and should have been very wise, but wasn't,
as to the reason for the closing of certain flowers after Kudu had deserted the
sky, and the opening of others during the night, he was surprised to discover
that Mumga had never noticed these interesting facts, though she could tell to
an inch just where the fattest grubworm should be hiding.
To Tarzan these things were wonders. They appealed to his intellect and to his
imagination. He saw the flowers close and open; he saw certain blooms which
turned their faces always toward the sun; he saw leaves which moved when there
was no breeze; he saw vines crawl like living things up the boles and over the
branches of great trees; and to Tarzan of the Apes the flowers and the vines and
the trees were living creatures. He often talked to them, as he talked to Goro,
the moon, and Kudu, the sun, and always was he disappointed that they did not
reply. He asked them questions; but they could not answer, though he knew that
the whispering of the leaves was the language of the leaves—they talked with one
The wind he attributed to the trees and grasses. He thought that they swayed
themselves to and fro, creating the wind. In no other way could he account for
this phenomenon. The rain he finally attributed to the stars, the moon, and the
sun; but his hypothesis was entirely unlovely and unpoetical.
Tonight as Tarzan lay thinking, there sprang to his fertile imagination an
explanation of the stars and the moon. He became quite excited about it. Taug
was sleeping in a nearby crotch. Tarzan swung over beside him.
"Taug!" he cried. Instantly the great bull was awake and bristling, sensing
danger from the nocturnal summons. "Look, Taug!" exclaimed Tarzan, pointing
toward the stars. "See the eyes of Numa and Sabor, of Sheeta and Dango. They
wait around Goro to leap in upon him for their kill. See the eyes and the nose
and the mouth of Goro. And the light that shines upon his face is the light of
the great fire he has built to frighten away Numa and Sabor and Dango and
"All about him are the eyes, Taug, you can see them! But they do not come very
close to the fire—there are few eyes close to Goro. They fear the fire! It is
the fire that saves Goro from Numa. Do you see them, Taug? Some night Numa will
be very hungry and very angry—then he will leap over the thorn bushes which
encircle Goro and we will have no more light after Kudu seeks his lair—the night
will be black with the blackness that comes when Goro is lazy and sleeps late
into the night, or when he wanders through the skies by day, forgetting the
jungle and its people."
Taug looked stupidly at the heavens and then at Tarzan. A meteor fell, blazing a
flaming way through the sky.
"Look!" cried Tarzan. "Goro has thrown a burning branch at Numa."
Taug grumbled. "Numa is down below," he said. "Numa does not hunt above the
trees." But he looked curiously and a little fearfully at the bright stars above
him, as though he saw them for the first time, and doubtless it was the first
time that Taug ever had seen the stars, though they had been in the sky above
him every night of his life. To Taug they were as the gorgeous jungle blooms—he
could not eat them and so he ignored them.
Taug fidgeted and was nervous. For a long time he lay sleepless, watching the
stars—the flaming eyes of the beasts of prey surrounding Goro, the moon—Goro, by
whose light the apes danced to the beating of their earthen drums. If Goro
should be eaten by Numa there could be no more Dum-Dums. Taug was overwhelmed by
the thought. He glanced at Tarzan half fearfully. Why was his friend so
different from the others of the tribe? No one else whom Taug ever had known had
had such queer thoughts as Tarzan. The ape scratched his head and wondered,
dimly, if Tarzan was a safe companion, and then he recalled slowly, and by a
laborious mental process, that Tarzan had served him better than any other of
the apes, even the strong and wise bulls of the tribe.
Tarzan it was who had freed him from the blacks at the very time that Taug had
thought Tarzan wanted Teeka. It was Tarzan who had saved Taug's little balu from
death. It was Tarzan who had conceived and carried out the plan to pursue
Teeka's abductor and rescue the stolen one. Tarzan had fought and bled in Taug's
service so many times that Taug, although only a brutal ape, had had impressed
upon his mind a fierce loyalty which nothing now could swerve—his friendship for
Tarzan had become a habit, a tradition almost, which would endure while Taug
endured. He never showed any outward demonstration of affection—he growled at
Tarzan as he growled at the other bulls who came too close while he was
feeding—but he would have died for Tarzan. He knew it and Tarzan knew it; but of
such things apes do not speak—their vocabulary, for the finer instincts,
consisting more of actions than words. But now Taug was worried, and he fell
asleep again still thinking of the strange words of his fellow.
The following day he thought of them again, and without any intention of
disloyalty he mentioned to Gunto what Tarzan had suggested about the eyes
surrounding Goro, and the possibility that sooner or later Numa would charge the
moon and devour him. To the apes all large things in nature are male, and so
Goro, being the largest creature in the heavens by night, was, to them, a bull.
Gunto bit a sliver from a horny finger and recalled the fact that Tarzan had
once said that the trees talked to one another, and Gozan recounted having seen
the ape-man dancing alone in the moonlight with Sheeta, the panther. They did
not know that Tarzan had roped the savage beast and tied him to a tree before he
came to earth and leaped about before the rearing cat, to tantalize him.
Others told of seeing Tarzan ride upon the back of Tantor, the elephant; of his
bringing the black boy, Tibo, to the tribe, and of mysterious things with which
he communed in the strange lair by the sea. They had never understood his books,
and after he had shown them to one or two of the tribe and discovered that even
the pictures carried no impression to their brains, he had desisted.
"Tarzan is not an ape," said Gunto. "He will bring Numa to eat us, as he is
bringing him to eat Goro. We should kill him."
Immediately Taug bristled. Kill Tarzan! "First you will kill Taug," he said, and
lumbered away to search for food.
But others joined the plotters. They thought of many things which Tarzan had
done—things which apes did not do and could not understand. Again Gunto voiced
the opinion that the Tarmangani, the white ape, should be slain, and the others,
filled with terror about the stories they had heard, and thinking Tarzan was
planning to slay Goro, greeted the proposal with growls of accord.
Among them was Teeka, listening with all her ears; but her voice was not raised
in furtherance of the plan. Instead she bristled, showing her fangs, and
afterward she went away in search of Tarzan; but she could not find him, as he
was roaming far afield in search of meat. She found Taug, though, and told him
what the others were planning, and the great bull stamped upon the ground and
roared. His bloodshot eyes blazed with wrath, his upper lip curled up to expose
his fighting fangs, and the hair upon his spine stood erect, and then a rodent
scurried across the open and Taug sprang to seize it. In an instant he seemed to
have forgotten his rage against the enemies of his friend; but such is the mind
of an ape.
Several miles away Tarzan of the Apes lolled upon the broad head of Tantor, the
elephant. He scratched beneath the great ears with the point of a sharp stick,
and he talked to the huge pachyderm of everything which filled his
black-thatched head. Little, or nothing, of what he said did Tantor understand;
but Tantor is a good listener. Swaying from side to side he stood there enjoying
the companionship of his friend, the friend he loved, and absorbing the
delicious sensations of the scratching.
Numa, the lion, caught the scent of man, and warily stalked it until he came
within sight of his prey upon the head of the mighty tusker; then he turned,
growling and muttering, away in search of more propitious hunting grounds.
The elephant caught the scent of the lion, borne to him by an eddying breeze,
and lifting his trunk trumpeted loudly. Tarzan stretched back luxuriously, lying
supine at full length along the rough hide. Flies swarmed about his face; but
with a leafy branch torn from a tree he lazily brushed them away.
"Tantor," he said, "it is good to be alive. It is good to lie in the cool
shadows. It is good to look upon the green trees and the bright colors of the
flowers—upon everything which Bulamutumumo has put here for us. He is very good
to us, Tantor; He has given you tender leaves and bark, and rich grasses to eat;
to me He has given Bara and Horta and Pisah, the fruits and the nuts and the
roots. He provides for each the food that each likes best. All that He asks is
that we be strong enough or cunning enough to go forth and take it. Yes, Tantor,
it is good to live. I should hate to die."
Tantor made a little sound in his throat and curled his trunk upward that he
might caress the ape-man's cheek with the finger at its tip.
"Tantor," said Tarzan presently, "turn and feed in the direction of the tribe of
Kerchak, the great ape, that Tarzan may ride home upon your head without
The tusker turned and moved slowly off along a broad, tree-arched trail, pausing
occasionally to pluck a tender branch, or strip the edible bark from an adjacent
tree. Tarzan sprawled face downward upon the beast's head and back, his legs
hanging on either side, his head supported by his open palms, his elbows resting
on the broad cranium. And thus they made their leisurely way toward the
gathering place of the tribe.
Just before they arrived at the clearing from the north there reached it from
the south another figure—that of a well-knit black warrior, who stepped
cautiously through the jungle, every sense upon the alert against the many
dangers which might lurk anywhere along the way. Yet he passed beneath the
southernmost sentry that was posted in a great tree commanding the trail from
the south. The ape permitted the Gomangani to pass unmolested, for he saw that
he was alone; but the moment that the warrior had entered the clearing a loud
"Kreeg-ah!" rang out from behind him, immediately followed by a chorus of
replies from different directions, as the great bulls crashed through the trees
in answer to the summons of their fellow.
The black man halted at the first cry and looked about him. He could see
nothing, but he knew the voice of the hairy tree men whom he and his kind
feared, not alone because of the strength and ferocity of the savage beings, but
as well through a superstitious terror engendered by the manlike appearance of
But Bulabantu was no coward. He heard the apes all about him; he knew that
escape was probably impossible, so he stood his ground, his spear ready in his
hand and a war cry trembling on his lips. He would sell his life dearly, would
Bulabantu, under-chief of the village of Mbonga, the chief.
Tarzan and Tantor were but a short distance away when the first cry of the
sentry rang out through the quiet jungle. Like a flash the ape-man leaped from
the elephant's back to a near-by tree and was swinging rapidly in the direction
of the clearing before the echoes of the first "Kreeg-ah" had died away. When he
arrived he saw a dozen bulls circling a single Gomangani. With a blood-curdling
scream Tarzan sprang to the attack. He hated the blacks even more than did the
apes, and here was an opportunity for a kill in the open. What had the Gomangani
done? Had he slain one of the tribe?
Tarzan asked the nearest ape. No, the Gomangani had harmed none. Gozan, being on
watch, had seen him coming through the forest and had warned the tribe—that was
all. The ape-man pushed through the circle of bulls, none of which as yet had
worked himself into sufficient frenzy for a charge, and came where he had a full
and close view of the black. He recognized the man instantly. Only the night
before he had seen him facing the eyes in the dark, while his fellows groveled
in the dirt at his feet, too terrified even to defend themselves. Here was a
brave man, and Tarzan had deep admiration for bravery. Even his hatred of the
blacks was not so strong a passion as his love of courage. He would have joyed
in battling with a black warrior at almost any time; but this one he did not
wish to kill—he felt, vaguely, that the man had earned his life by his brave
defense of it on the preceding night, nor did he fancy the odds that were pitted
against the lone warrior.
He turned to the apes. "Go back to your feeding," he said, "and let this
Gomangani go his way in peace. He has not harmed us, and last night I saw him
fighting Numa and Sabor with fire, alone in the jungle. He is brave. Why should
we kill one who is brave and who has not attacked us? Let him go."
The apes growled. They were displeased. "Kill the Gomangani!" cried one.
"Yes," roared another, "kill the Gomangani and the Tarmangani as well."
"Kill the white ape!" screamed Gozan, "he is no ape at all; but a Gomangani with
his skin off."
"Kill Tarzan!" bellowed Gunto. "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The bulls were now indeed working themselves into the frenzy of slaughter; but
against Tarzan rather than the black man. A shaggy form charged through them,
hurling those it came in contact with to one side as a strong man might scatter
children. It was Taug—great, savage Taug.
"Who says 'kill Tarzan'?" he demanded. "Who kills Tarzan must kill Taug, too.
Who can kill Taug? Taug will tear your insides from you and feed them to Dango."
"We can kill you all," replied Gunto. "There are many of us and few of you," and
he was right. Tarzan knew that he was right. Taug knew it; but neither would
admit such a possibility. It is not the way of bull apes.
"I am Tarzan," cried the ape-man. "I am Tarzan. Mighty hunter; mighty fighter.
In all the jungle none so great as Tarzan."
Then, one by one, the opposing bulls recounted their virtues and their prowess.
And all the time the combatants came closer and closer to one another. Thus do
the bulls work themselves to the proper pitch before engaging in battle.
Gunto came, stiff-legged, close to Tarzan and sniffed at him, with bared fangs.
Tarzan rumbled forth a low, menacing growl. They might repeat these tactics a
dozen times; but sooner or later one bull would close with another and then the
whole hideous pack would be tearing and rending at their prey.
Bulabantu, the black man, had stood wide-eyed in wonder from the moment he had
seen Tarzan approaching through the apes. He had heard much of this devil-god
who ran with the hairy tree people; but never before had he seen him in full
daylight. He knew him well enough from the description of those who had seen him
and from the glimpses he had had of the marauder upon several occasions when the
ape-man had entered the village of Mbonga, the chief, by night, in the
perpetration of one of his numerous ghastly jokes.
Bulabantu could not, of course, understand anything which passed between Tarzan
and the apes; but he saw that the ape-man and one of the larger bulls were in
argument with the others. He saw that these two were standing with their back
toward him and between him and the balance of the tribe, and he guessed, though
it seemed improbable, that they might be defending him. He knew that Tarzan had
once spared the life of Mbonga, the chief, and that he had succored Tibo, and
Tibo's mother, Momaya. So it was not impossible that he would help Bulabantu;
but how he could accomplish it Bulabantu could not guess; nor as a matter of
fact could Tarzan, for the odds against him were too great.
Gunto and the others were slowly forcing Tarzan and Taug back toward Bulabantu.
The ape-man thought of his words with Tantor just a short time before: "Yes,
Tantor, it is good to live. I should hate to die." And now he knew that he was
about to die, for the temper of the great bulls was mounting rapidly against
him. Always had many of them hated him, and all were suspicious of him. They
knew he was different. Tarzan knew it too; but he was glad that he was—he was a
MAN; that he had learned from his picture-books, and he was very proud of the
distinction. Presently, though, he would be a dead man.
Gunto was preparing to charge. Tarzan knew the signs. He knew that the balance
of the bulls would charge with Gunto. Then it would soon be over. Something
moved among the verdure at the opposite side of the clearing. Tarzan saw it just
as Gunto, with the terrifying cry of a challenging ape, sprang forward. Tarzan
voiced a peculiar call and then crouched to meet the assault. Taug crouched,
too, and Bulabantu, assured now that these two were fighting upon his side,
couched his spear and sprang between them to receive the first charge of the
Simultaneously a huge bulk broke into the clearing from the jungle behind the
charging bulls. The trumpeting of a mad tusker rose shrill above the cries of
the anthropoids, as Tantor, the elephant, dashed swiftly across the clearing to
the aid of his friend.
Gunto never closed upon the ape-man, nor did a fang enter flesh upon either
side. The terrific reverberation of Tantor's challenge sent the bulls scurrying
to the trees, jabbering and scolding. Taug raced off with them. Only Tarzan and
Bulabantu remained. The latter stood his ground because he saw that the
devil-god did not run, and because the black had the courage to face a certain
and horrible death beside one who had quite evidently dared death for him.
But it was a surprised Gomangani who saw the mighty elephant come to a sudden
halt in front of the ape-man and caress him with his long, sinuous trunk.
Tarzan turned toward the black man. "Go!" he said in the language of the apes,
and pointed in the direction of the village of Mbonga. Bulabantu understood the
gesture, if not the word, nor did he lose time in obeying. Tarzan stood watching
him until he had disappeared. He knew that the apes would not follow. Then he
said to the elephant: "Pick me up!" and the tusker swung him lightly to his
"Tarzan goes to his lair by the big water," shouted the ape-man to the apes in
the trees. "All of you are more foolish than Manu, except Taug and Teeka. Taug
and Teeka may come to see Tarzan; but the others must keep away. Tarzan is done
with the tribe of Kerchak."
He prodded Tantor with a calloused toe and the big beast swung off across the
clearing, the apes watching them until they were swallowed up by the jungle.
Before the night fell Taug killed Gunto, picking a quarrel with him over his
attack upon Tarzan.
For a moon the tribe saw nothing of Tarzan of the Apes. Many of them probably
never gave him a thought; but there were those who missed him more than Tarzan
imagined. Taug and Teeka often wished that he was back, and Taug determined a
dozen times to go and visit Tarzan in his seaside lair; but first one thing and
then another interfered.
One night when Taug lay sleepless looking up at the starry heavens he recalled
the strange things that Tarzan once had suggested to him—that the bright spots
were the eyes of the meat-eaters waiting in the dark of the jungle sky to leap
upon Goro, the moon, and devour him. The more he thought about this matter the
more perturbed he became.
And then a strange thing happened. Even as Taug looked at Goro, he saw a portion
of one edge disappear, precisely as though something was gnawing upon it. Larger
and larger became the hole in the side of Goro. With a scream, Taug leaped to
his feet. His frenzied "Kreeg-ahs!" brought the terrified tribe screaming and
chattering toward him.
"Look!" cried Taug, pointing at the moon. "Look! It is as Tarzan said. Numa has
sprung through the fires and is devouring Goro. You called Tarzan names and
drove him from the tribe; now see how wise he was. Let one of you who hated
Tarzan go to Goro's aid. See the eyes in the dark jungle all about Goro. He is
in danger and none can help him—none except Tarzan. Soon Goro will be devoured
by Numa and we shall have no more light after Kudu seeks his lair. How shall we
dance the Dum-Dum without the light of Goro?"
The apes trembled and whimpered. Any manifestation of the powers of nature
always filled them with terror, for they could not understand.
"Go and bring Tarzan," cried one, and then they all took up the cry of "Tarzan!"
"Bring Tarzan!" "He will save Goro." But who was to travel the dark jungle by
night to fetch him?
"I will go," volunteered Taug, and an instant later he was off through the
Stygian gloom toward the little land-locked harbor by the sea.
And as the tribe waited they watched the slow devouring of the moon. Already
Numa had eaten out a great semicircular piece. At that rate Goro would be
entirely gone before Kudu came again. The apes trembled at the thought of
perpetual darkness by night. They could not sleep. Restlessly they moved here
and there among the branches of trees, watching Numa of the skies at his deadly
feast, and listening for the coming of Taug with Tarzan.
Goro was nearly gone when the apes heard the sounds of the approach through the
trees of the two they awaited, and presently Tarzan, followed by Taug, swung
into a nearby tree.
The ape-man wasted no time in idle words. In his hand was his long bow and at
his back hung a quiver full of arrows, poisoned arrows that he had stolen from
the village of the blacks; just as he had stolen the bow. Up into a great tree
he clambered, higher and higher until he stood swaying upon a small limb which
bent low beneath his weight. Here he had a clear and unobstructed view of the
heavens. He saw Goro and the inroads which the hungry Numa had made into his
Raising his face to the moon, Tarzan shrilled forth his hideous challenge.
Faintly and from afar came the roar of an answering lion. The apes shivered.
Numa of the skies had answered Tarzan.
Then the ape-man fitted an arrow to his bow, and drawing the shaft far back,
aimed its point at the heart of Numa where he lay in the heavens devouring Goro.
There was a loud twang as the released bolt shot into the dark heavens. Again
and again did Tarzan of the Apes launch his arrows at Numa, and all the while
the apes of the tribe of Kerchak huddled together in terror.
At last came a cry from Taug. "Look! Look!" he screamed. "Numa is killed. Tarzan
has killed Numa. See! Goro is emerging from the belly of Numa," and, sure
enough, the moon was gradually emerging from whatever had devoured her, whether
it was Numa, the lion, or the shadow of the earth; but were you to try to
convince an ape of the tribe of Kerchak that it was aught but Numa who so nearly
devoured Goro that night, or that another than Tarzan preserved the brilliant
god of their savage and mysterious rites from a frightful death, you would have
difficulty—and a fight on your hands.
And so Tarzan of the Apes came back to the tribe of Kerchak, and in his coming
he took a long stride toward the kingship, which he ultimately won, for now the
apes looked up to him as a superior being.
In all the tribe there was but one who was at all skeptical about the
plausibility of Tarzan's remarkable rescue of Goro, and that one, strange as it
may seem, was Tarzan of the Apes.