you are satisfied?"
"HUH," said the ape.
Tarzan let him up, and in a few minutes all were back at their
vocations, as though naught had occurred to mar the tranquility of
their primeval forest haunts.
But deep in the minds of the apes was rooted the conviction that Tarzan
was a mighty fighter and a strange creature. Strange because he had
had it in his power to kill his enemy, but had allowed him to
That afternoon as the tribe came together, as was their wont before
darkness settled on the jungle, Tarzan, his wounds washed in the waters
of the stream, called the old males about him.
"You have seen again to-day that Tarzan of the Apes is the greatest
among you," he said.
"HUH," they replied with one voice, "Tarzan is great."
"Tarzan," he continued, "is not an ape. He is not like his people.
His ways are not their ways, and so Tarzan is going back to the lair of
his own kind by the waters of the great lake which has no farther
shore. You must choose another to rule you, for Tarzan will not
And thus young Lord Greystoke took the first step toward the goal which
he had set--the finding of other white men like himself.
His Own Kind
The following morning, Tarzan, lame and sore from the wounds of his
battle with Terkoz, set out toward the west and the seacoast.
He traveled very slowly, sleeping in the jungle at night, and reaching
his cabin late the following morning.
For several days he moved about but little, only enough to gather what
fruits and nuts he required to satisfy the demands of hunger.
In ten days he was quite sound again, except for a terrible,
half-healed scar, which, starting above his left eye ran across the top
of his head, ending at the right ear. It was the mark left by Terkoz
when he had torn the scalp away.
During his convalescence Tarzan tried to fashion a mantle from the skin
of Sabor, which had lain all this time in the cabin. But he found the
hide had dried as stiff as a board, and as he knew naught of tanning,
he was forced to abandon his cherished plan.
Then he determined to filch what few garments he could from one of the
black men of Mbonga's village, for Tarzan of the Apes had decided to
mark his evolution from the lower orders in every possible manner, and
nothing seemed to him a more distinguishing badge of manhood than
ornaments and clothing.
To this end, therefore,
The very fact, as Perry took pains to explain, of the blasting of several very exact and learned scientific hypotheses made it apparent that we could not know what lay before us within the bowels of the earth, and so we might continue to hope for the best, at least until we were dead--when hope would no longer be essential to our happiness.Page 8
He gave himself a shake and sat erect again.Page 12
I had never guessed what latent speed possibilities the old gentleman possessed.Page 25
Thus there was none, father, brother, or lover, to save me from Jubal the Ugly One, and I ran away and hid among the hills that skirt the land of Amoz.Page 29
So we crept along at a snail's pace, with much stumbling and falling--the guards keeping up a singsong chant ahead of us, interspersed with certain high notes which I found always indicated rough places and turns.Page 30
Now she is your slave.Page 31
I had not thought of her except as a welcome friend in a strange, cruel world.Page 36
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.Page 37
" I replied.Page 47
The thing was a hollowed log drawn upon the sands, and in the bottom of it lay a crude paddle.Page 52
the pretty, level beach Ja leaped out and I followed him.Page 67
"I immediately set out in search of you, knowing as I did that you must be entirely unarmed and defenseless against the many dangers which lurk upon the mainland both in the form of savage beasts and reptiles, and men as well.Page 69
"Well, Ja," I laughed, "whether we be walking with our feet up or down, here we are, and the question of greatest importance is not so much where we came from as where we are going now.Page 77
"Believe you!" he laughed.Page 78
One already turned away and was examining other victims, evidently with the intention of selecting the next subject.Page 97
But it didn't work worth a cent, at least as far as I could perceive.Page 103
Coming from the brilliant light of the noonday sun into the semidarkness of the cave I could not.Page 112
At last I took my place in the driving seat, and called to one of the men without to fetch Dian.Page 114
That I ever shall see her again seems but remotely possible, for how may I know upon what part of Pellucidar my return journey may terminate--and how, without a north or south or an east or a west may I hope ever to find my way across that vast world to the tiny spot where my lost love lies grieving for me? That is the story as David Innes told it to me in the goat-skin tent upon the rim of the great Sahara Desert.Page 116
For months I searched that scorching land, interviewing countless desert sheiks in the hope that at last I might find one who had heard of Innes and his wonderful iron mole.