Jungle Tales of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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he did of the forbears themselves, which was

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

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 panther.

The sun had been up for some time, and the tribe had already wandered
off in search of food. Manu

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