Jungle Tales of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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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 know.

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 ape-man.

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 Tarzan.

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

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