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 Gomangani.
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
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.
As the turn was half completed a great beast was revealed sitting upon its haunches upon that part of the revolving floor that had been on the opposite side before the wall commenced to move; when the section stopped, the beast was facing toward me on our side of the partition--it was very simple.Page 40
His secret temples are hidden in the heart of every community.Page 50
I had an excellent opportunity to examine them, as the strife occasionally brought now one and now another close to where I stood.Page 64
If I could but touch them the huge bulk would be disabled for hours and escape once more possible.Page 67
Did we not occasionally save a few of the lower orders that stupidly float down an unknown river to an unknown end all would become the prey of the plant men and the apes.Page 74
Very clumsily too, I.Page 85
He was very light in colour for a red man, but in other respects he seemed a typical specimen of this handsome race.Page 86
"Kaor," I cried, after the red Martian manner of greeting.Page 90
" "We will get out all right," I replied, laughing.Page 95
"Let us make our deaths worth while, and at the back of this unknown warrior turn this day's Tribute to Issus into an orgy of revenge that will echo through the ages and cause black skins to blanch at each repetition of the rites of Issus.Page 113
Then as we were almost upon her I yelled to my companions to hold tight, and throwing the little vessel into her highest speed I deflected her bows at the same instant until.Page 118
Below us lay a typical Martian landscape.Page 121
Thus I made the journey to the vicinity of the plaza without detection.Page 141
When we reached Helium there must be an accounting, and if Tardos Mors had not returned I feared that the enmity of Zat Arrras might weigh heavily against us, for he represented the government of Helium.Page 142
knew my Princess might even then be passing--the horrid plant men--the ferocious white apes.Page 148
Here my old slaves fell upon their knees and kissed my hands as I greeted them.Page 161
As closely as I could figure, there remained a bare thirty days ere Dejah Thoris would be ordered to the arena for the rites of Issus.Page 168
I did not remind Kantos Kan of the terrible fact that ere we could hope to enter the Temple of Issus, the Princess of Helium would be no more.Page 178
It was Carthoris who realized the full meaning of the thing--its cause and the reason for it.Page 192
Wait you the long, long year; but know that when the waiting is over it shall be Phaidor's arms which shall welcome you--not those of the Princess of Helium.