Jungle Tales of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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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,

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