compass to guide you?"
Ghak didn't know what Perry meant by heavenly bodies or a compass, but
he assured us that you might blindfold any man of Pellucidar and carry
him to the farthermost corner of the world, yet he would be able to
come directly to his own home again by the shortest route. He seemed
surprised to think that we found anything wonderful in it. Perry said
it must be some sort of homing instinct such as is possessed by certain
breeds of earthly pigeons. I didn't know, of course, but it gave me an
"Then Dian could have found her way directly to her own people?" I
"Surely," replied Ghak, "unless some mighty beast of prey killed her."
I was for making the attempted escape at once, but both Perry and Ghak
counseled waiting for some propitious accident which would insure us
some small degree of success. I didn't see what accident could befall
a whole community in a land of perpetual day-light where the
inhabitants had no fixed habits of sleep. Why, I am sure that some of
the Mahars never sleep, while others may, at long intervals, crawl into
the dark recesses beneath their dwellings and curl up in protracted
slumber. Perry says that if a Mahar stays awake for three years he
will make up all his lost sleep in a long year's snooze. That may be
all true, but I never saw but three of them asleep, and it was the
sight of these three that gave me a suggestion for our means of escape.
I had been searching about far below the levels that we slaves were
supposed to frequent--possibly fifty feet beneath the main floor of the
building--among a network of corridors and apartments, when I came
suddenly upon three Mahars curled up upon a bed of skins. At first I
thought they were dead, but later their regular breathing convinced me
of my error. Like a flash the thought came to me of the marvelous
opportunity these sleeping reptiles offered as a means of eluding the
watchfulness of our captors and the Sagoth guards.
Hastening back to Perry where he pored over a musty pile of, to me,
meaningless hieroglyphics, I explained my plan to him. To my surprise
he was horrified.
"It would be murder, David," he cried.
"Murder to kill a reptilian monster?" I asked in astonishment.
"Here they are not monsters, David," he replied. "Here they are the
dominant race--we are the 'monsters'--the lower orders. In Pellucidar
evolution has progressed along
"Close and bolt the door, Alice," cried Clayton.Page 20
But he loved the work because it was for her and the tiny life that had come to cheer them, though adding a hundredfold to his responsibilities and to the terribleness of their situation.Page 21
Chapter IV The Apes In the forest of the table-land a mile back from the ocean old Kerchak the Ape was on a rampage of rage among his people.Page 47
Let all respect Tarzan of the Apes and Kala, his mother.Page 49
Busy life went on as it had been before the darkness and the fright.Page 65
Before each hut a woman presided over a boiling stew, while little cakes of plantain, and cassava puddings were to be seen on every hand.Page 75
It happened thus: The tribe was feeding quietly, spread over a considerable area, when a great screaming arose some distance east of where Tarzan lay upon his belly beside a limpid brook, attempting to catch an elusive fish in his quick, brown hands.Page 79
he collected the various arm and leg ornaments he had taken from the black warriors who had succumbed to his swift and silent noose, and donned them all after the way he had seen them worn.Page 86
The rat-faced sailor had half drawn his revolver; the other sailors stood watching the scene intently.Page 94
Then she distinctly heard the beast outside sniffing at the door, not two feet from where she crouched.Page 98
Insofar as Clayton was concerned it was a very different matter, since the girl was not only of his own kind and race, but was the one woman in all the world whom he loved.Page 102
Samuel T.Page 119
It was filled with so many new and wonderful things that his brain was in a whirl as he attempted to digest them all.Page 137
It was the hall-mark of his.Page 143
To add to the fiendishness of their cruel savagery was the poignant memory of still crueler barbarities practiced upon them and theirs by the white officers of that arch hypocrite, Leopold II of Belgium, because of whose atrocities they had fled the Congo Free State--a pitiful remnant of what once had been a mighty tribe.Page 154
What with all these ripotamuses and man eating geniuses that Mister Philander been telling about--Lord, it ain't no wonder we all get nervous prosecution.Page 156
None in all the jungle may face Tarzan of the Apes in battle, and live.Page 163
monster as a bull might charge a grizzly--absolutely without sign of fear or hesitation--you would have believed him more than human.Page 171
"No writings in the cabin that might have told something of the lives of its original inmates?" "I have read everything that was in the cabin with the exception of one book which I know now to be written in.Page 194
I saw the sailors bury it, and, ape-like, I had to dig it up and bury it again elsewhere.