The Return of Tarzan

By Edgar Rice Burroughs

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taught him to be, and that
he had been for the first twenty years of his life.

Occasionally he smiled as he recalled some friend who might even at the
moment be sitting placid and immaculate within the precincts of his
select Parisian club--just as Tarzan had sat but a few months before;
and then he would stop, as though turned suddenly to stone as the
gentle breeze carried to his trained nostrils the scent of some new
prey or a formidable enemy.

That night he slept far inland from his cabin, securely wedged into the
crotch of a giant tree, swaying a hundred feet above the ground. He
had eaten heartily again--this time from the flesh of Bara, the deer,
who had fallen prey to his quick noose.

Early the next morning he resumed his journey, always following the
course of the stream. For three days he continued his quest, until he
had come to a part of the jungle in which he never before had been.
Occasionally upon the higher ground the forest was much thinner, and in
the far distance through the trees he could see ranges of mighty
mountains, with wide plains in the foreground. Here, in the open
spaces, were new game--countless antelope and vast herds of zebra.
Tarzan was entranced--he would make a long visit to this new world.

On the morning of the fourth day his nostrils were suddenly surprised
by a faint new scent. It was the scent of man, but yet a long way off.
The ape-man thrilled with pleasure. Every sense was on the alert as
with crafty stealth he moved quickly through the trees, up-wind, in the
direction of his prey. Presently he came upon it--a lone warrior
treading softly through the jungle.

Tarzan followed close above his quarry, waiting for a clearer space in
which to hurl his rope. As he stalked the unconscious man, new
thoughts presented themselves to the ape-man--thoughts born of the
refining influences of civilization, and of its cruelties. It came to
him that seldom if ever did civilized man kill a fellow being without
some pretext, however slight. It was true that Tarzan wished this
man's weapons and ornaments, but was it necessary to take his life to
obtain them?

The longer he thought about it, the more repugnant became the thought
of taking human life needlessly; and thus it happened that while he was
trying to decide just what to do, they had come to a little clearing,
at the far side of which lay a palisaded village of beehive

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